Title: Crossed Purposes Genre: guerilla story-teller, 70s acid dream, male-female duet [**THIS SONG IS A DUET FEATURING 1 MALE VOCALIST AND 1 FEMALE VOCALIST**] [Verse 1 – Male Singer] You arrived like a letter I forgot I’d written— Ink still wet from a dream I'd outgrown. You kissed like the rain on a stagecoach window, And stayed like a shadow that learned to moan. [Verse 2 – Female Singer] He was always near, like static in satin— Said he’d carry my grief like a goldfish bowl. He’d write me songs with his lunch money breath, Then stare when I bled, like I’d wounded his soul. [Chorus – male and female singers alternating] [Male Singer] I thought she was carved from a hymn and a bruise. [Female Singer] I thought he was furniture—polished, but used. [Male Singer] I offered my coat like a vow made of thread... [Female Singer] I wore it to spite him, then left it for dead. [Duet Vocals] And we called it a moment. Though it wasn’t quite that. [Verse 3 – Male Singer] I saved the cork from that bottle she hated, Labeled it “First Time She Laughed With Her Teeth.” She touched my chest once and I wrote a novella— All metaphors, no relief. [Verse 4 – Female Singer] He stared at my shoes like they whispered confessions, Drew hearts on receipts I threw in the bin. I let him hold pain like a part-time religion— He never asked if I let him win. [Bridge – female then male singers alternating lines] [Female Singer] You were always the raincoat I borrowed, [Masculine Male Singer] You were the garden I planted too deep. [Female Singer] I fed you my boredom in teaspoons of sweetness, [Masculine Male Singer] And thanked you for scraps, that caused me to weep. [Final Chorus – male and female singers alternating] [Male Singer] I saw a promise in her hairline, [Female Singer] I saw a tool in his eyes. [Male Singer] I wrote my love in quiet favors, [Female Singer] He kept mistaking leashes for ties. [Duet Vocals] And we called it devotion. But it wasn't quite that. No, it wasn’t quite that. [Outro – Male Singer] She never said no. She never said yes. She just lingered like perfume On a collar I pressed. [Fading] (I'm not obsessed)
