[Intro] (Spoken over warped, descending piano glissando and distant sax squeals) Time flex… time flex… She’s falling through the event horizon Watch me now… [Verse 1] Neon cracks in the kitchen tiles, 3 a.m. glow Her silhouette splits like a shattered mirror ball Porcelain saints on the windowsill bleed red from their eyes As the radio spits white-noise sermons about love that never dies She drags a comet-tail of wedding photos across the floor Each one curls, blackens, lifts off into the void she tore [Verse 2] The children’s drawings peel from the fridge like burning skin Crayon suns melt into tar that drips from her chin She wears the wedding dress backwards, veil on fire Screaming “I never existed, I’m just funeral attire” The hallway stretches longer than the Milky Way’s spine Every footstep I take is a year I leave behind [Chorus] (haunting, stacked falsetto harmonies, minor-key crawl) Black hole lady, sucking the light from my name Black hole lady, love me or swallow me the same I’m orbiting nothing, I’m orbiting pain Black hole lady… won’t you come back again? [Verse 3] Her mouth opens wide as a collapsed star Words come out as shrapnel from a dying quasar “You’re a cancer, you’re a cage, you’re a rusted chain” Each syllable a supernova carving up my brain The bed floats away like a life-raft made of ice I reach for her hand but my fingers crystallize [Verse 4] The dog howls in frequencies only grief can hear The clock runs backwards, swallowing every year She signs the divorce with a comet made of tears It burns a perfect circle through the atmosphere I stand in the crater where our house used to be Whispering “take me with you, I’m ready to not be free” [Chorus] Black hole lady, sucking the light from my name Black hole lady, love me or swallow me the same I’m orbiting nothing, I’m orbiting pain Black hole lady… won’t you come back again? [Bridge] (slow, raw, almost spoken over detuned piano and weeping slide guitar) I still taste the first kiss on the tip of my tongue I still smell the hospital when our daughter was young I still hear you laughing in the key of C If gravity wins, darling, let it win us both Don’t leave me spinning in this cold debris I’d rather burn up than keep breathing alone [Outro] (piano disintegrating, sax screaming into feedback, voice cracking) Black hole lady… 1913… 1938… 197? Time flex… time flex… She’s gone past the horizon Watch me now… Watch me now… (final chord collapses into silence like a star going dark)
