You're a goddamn muse by Thre3hundred

[Intro - spoken/muttered]
I'm not saying anything.
I'm just s-s-saying—
you're a goddamn muse.

[Verse 1]
You show up late like you own the room,
and my composure leaves too soon.
I'm not staring, I'm just… aware,
like you swapped out the oxygen in the air.
I came for quiet, came for control,
then you walked in and torched the whole patrol.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I keep it vague, I keep it tight,
but you make my "no" sound like "alright."

[Chorus 1 ]
I won't say it straight, I won't say it clean,
I'll bury it in jokes, somewhere in-between.
You're not a hex, you're not a bruise—
but I swear you're a goddamn muse.
Got my head doing figure-eights,
I'm not confessing—I'm setting the record straight:
goddamn muse.

[Verse 2]
You're all small talk, low-key blaze,
and my brain shorts out for days.
I mention weather, I mention work,
while every synapse does a nervous jerk.
You don't push, you don't prove, you don't chase—
you just exist and I lose my place.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I bite my tongue, I play it dead,
then you laugh and it rewrites my head.

[Chorus 2]
I won't shout it out, I won't make a scene,
but in the whispers of this verse, you'll see.
You're not a curse, you're not a plea—
but I whisper to myself, "goddamn muse."
My heart keeps spinning like a roulette,
I'm not confessing—I'm admitting defeat:
goddamn muse.

[Bridge 1 - intensity rising]
Don't look at me like you don't know,
like you didn't strike the match in the snow.
Like you didn't flip my "OFF" to "GO"
and leave me screaming with nowhere to throw it—

[Verse 3 - energy climbing]
You don't even try, that's the worst part,
you just show up and restart my heart.
I had walls, I had plans, I had locks on the door—
then you knocked once and I don't have those anymore.
I'm not obsessed, I'm just... tuned in,
like a frequency I didn't know I'd been missing.

[Pre-Chorus 3 - building harder]
I clench my jaw, I count to ten,
then you speak and I'm gone again!

[Bridge 2 - full emotional explosion]
I built a fence around my heart,
but you're like a key that rips it apart.
You keep standing there like it's nothing,
like you're not the reason I can't stop starting poems—
poems about things that were never supposed to be!
I won't say "stay," I won't beg "please,"
I'll wreck them into words and scattered keys!

[Final Chorus - biggest, most unhinged]
I won't say it straight, I won't say it clean,
I'll hide it where you'll never intervene!
You're not a hex, you're not a bruise—
but I SWEAR you're a goddamn muse!
Got my head doing figure-eights,
I'm done denying, I'm done playing it safe—

[Outro/Tag - half-screamed, half-laughed]
[Verse - building chaos]
If I—if I—if I crash out, I'll call it PROOF!
I'm not confessing—I'm accusing YOU!
(YOU! YOU! YOU!)
[Pre-Chorus - unravelling]
Goddamn muse! Goddamn muse!
You're in my blood! You're in my bruise!
[Chorus - full scream]
GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE!
GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE!
GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE!
GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE!
[Breakdown - spoken, breathless, manic whisper]
...that's it. That's the whole—
that's it. that's the whole—
THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE WHOLE ACCUSATION!
[Final hit]
...muse.
....
[beat]
I'm not taking it back.
You're a goddamn muse.

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[Intro - spoken/muttered] I'm not saying anything. I'm just s-s-saying— you're a goddamn muse. [Verse 1] You show up late like you own the room, and my composure leaves too soon. I'm not staring, I'm just… aware, like you swapped out the oxygen in the air. I came for quiet, came for control, then you walked in and torched the whole patrol. [Pre-Chorus 1] I keep it vague, I keep it tight, but you make my "no" sound like "alright." [Chorus 1 ] I won't say it straight, I won't say it clean, I'll bury it in jokes, somewhere in-between. You're not a hex, you're not a bruise— but I swear you're a goddamn muse. Got my head doing figure-eights, I'm not confessing—I'm setting the record straight: goddamn muse. [Verse 2] You're all small talk, low-key blaze, and my brain shorts out for days. I mention weather, I mention work, while every synapse does a nervous jerk. You don't push, you don't prove, you don't chase— you just exist and I lose my place. [Pre-Chorus 2] I bite my tongue, I play it dead, then you laugh and it rewrites my head. [Chorus 2] I won't shout it out, I won't make a scene, but in the whispers of this verse, you'll see. You're not a curse, you're not a plea— but I whisper to myself, "goddamn muse." My heart keeps spinning like a roulette, I'm not confessing—I'm admitting defeat: goddamn muse. [Bridge 1 - intensity rising] Don't look at me like you don't know, like you didn't strike the match in the snow. Like you didn't flip my "OFF" to "GO" and leave me screaming with nowhere to throw it— [Verse 3 - energy climbing] You don't even try, that's the worst part, you just show up and restart my heart. I had walls, I had plans, I had locks on the door— then you knocked once and I don't have those anymore. I'm not obsessed, I'm just... tuned in, like a frequency I didn't know I'd been missing. [Pre-Chorus 3 - building harder] I clench my jaw, I count to ten, then you speak and I'm gone again! [Bridge 2 - full emotional explosion] I built a fence around my heart, but you're like a key that rips it apart. You keep standing there like it's nothing, like you're not the reason I can't stop starting poems— poems about things that were never supposed to be! I won't say "stay," I won't beg "please," I'll wreck them into words and scattered keys! [Final Chorus - biggest, most unhinged] I won't say it straight, I won't say it clean, I'll hide it where you'll never intervene! You're not a hex, you're not a bruise— but I SWEAR you're a goddamn muse! Got my head doing figure-eights, I'm done denying, I'm done playing it safe— [Outro/Tag - half-screamed, half-laughed] [Verse - building chaos] If I—if I—if I crash out, I'll call it PROOF! I'm not confessing—I'm accusing YOU! (YOU! YOU! YOU!) [Pre-Chorus - unravelling] Goddamn muse! Goddamn muse! You're in my blood! You're in my bruise! [Chorus - full scream] GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE! GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE! GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE! GODDAMN MUSE! YOU'RE A GODDAMN MUSE! [Breakdown - spoken, breathless, manic whisper] ...that's it. That's the whole— that's it. that's the whole— THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE WHOLE ACCUSATION! [Final hit] ...muse. .... [beat] I'm not taking it back. You're a goddamn muse.

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