Raven Dark Hair

[Intro — vinyl hiss + soft glitch, distant clock tick “tick… tick… tick…”] (tick… tick… tick…) Yeah… (a tiny tape-warp like the world tilts) [Verse 1 — intimate, breathy, close-mic] And im sorry babe that you wasted all your time, with those other losers and wicked minds, you are becoming my north star— yeah babe im crazy, but babe you eyes looking in mine keep making it hazy. he said "im sorry for the trauma that faced m’lady," green and blue meet like that meet the skyline, like neon bleeding into rain while the whole world rewinds. [Chorus — melodic + grit, glitch stutters on key words] (tick… tick… GLITCH …tick…) yeah you can have my shirt, keep my jacket baby and wear it when your hurt, and every time we touch hands~~~ because im not addicted to the drama the drama that made me, im not addicted to the flavor of the new scandal on TV, im addicted to your arms when they wrap around me, babe I got your earring now collide into me~ (whisper doubles, panned: “collide… collide…”) [Verse 2 — healing in bed, midnight near, cinematic tenderness] And we heal in bed while the world stays mean, sheets like bandages, hush tones in-between. Midnight gets near and the clock won’t quit— (tick… tick…) like it’s watchin’ us exist. You’re my Cinderella, yeah I know it sounds wild, but you walk through ruin and still stay kind. And I’m your Prince Charming—no crown, no shine, just a man you looked at and I got disarmed. When you look at me I am disarmed, no blade in my palm, no war in my arms. Your fingers on my face make the static go quiet, and for once I don’t feel like I’m built to riot. I don’t need the crowd, I don’t need the noise, I just need your arms and that soft voice— tellin’ me “stay,” like it’s holy, like prayer, and I swear I can breathe when you’re right there. [Chorus — repeat, slightly heavier; clock louder] (tick… tick… GLITCH …tick…) yeah you can have my shirt, keep my jacket baby and wear it when your hurt, and every time we touch hands~~~ because im not addicted to the drama the drama that made me, im not addicted to the flavor of the new scandal on TV, im addicted to your arms when they wrap around me, babe I got your earring now collide into me~ [Bridge — build, voice cracks, clock becomes a metronome] (tick tick tick tick tick) And when I fry scream into the mic~~ it’s not the dread poison of a cockatrice~~ it’s the pain that was born from despair, but babe you’re like a genie with raven dark hair~ [FRY SCREAM — REPEAT, full roar / glitch-chop the last word] (TICK—TICK—TICK—TICK—) AND WHEN I FRY SCREAM INTO THE MIC~~ IT’S NOT THE DREAD POISON OF A COCKATRICE~~ IT’S THE PAIN THAT WAS BORN FROM DESPAIR— BUT BABE YOU’RE LIKE A GENIE WITH RAVEN DARK HAIR~!! ([glitch-stutter:] “hair—hair—hair—” then a half-beat of dead air) [Final Chorus — intimate again, like holding each other after the storm] [tick… tick… softer now, vinyl hiss returns] yeah you can have my shirt, keep my jacket baby and wear it when your hurt, and every time we touch hands~~~ because im not addicted to the drama the drama that made me, im not addicted to the flavour of the new scandal on TV, im addicted to your arms when they wrap around me, babe I got your earring now collide into me~ [Outro — whispered, fading into tape-warp + clock slowing] collide into me… collide into me… (ti… ck… ti… ck…)