Title: “erRATic gal IN A matchstick MAZE” Credit: Lila Lee @verbosity [Intro: loud | Overbeat — each syllable hits a fast beat; final line delivered in double-time over rushing drums] Can — you — spare — some — time, Dur — ing — which — I — shall — o — pine, What — it's — like — in — side — my — brain, And — why — you'll — find — me — quirky not insane. [Verse 1] Have you ever felt, the Wi-Fi arc inside your skull? Bits flip or glitch; that inner you can't trust the signal. Psych says I’m overclocked, title wave in lowercase, Told me, “breathe-relax hon,” but that dial’s stuck on 'erase.' I’m the bug in the structure of my own machine, Click-clunk thoughts like a waking dream scream, Spinning in cycles, trying to code 'round the defects, Oops, another manic masterpiece. Doesn't feel perfect yet. [Pre-Chorus] He asked, “Miss, why are you chasing every single phantom glitch?” “’Cause calm feels so damn boring, and I’m just that kind of Bitch.” [Chorus] I’m an erratic gal in a matchstick maze, Stretch, snap, light myself ablaze. A laugh behind the smoke—“Are you OK, whore?” 네, 난 괜찮아, pile on some more. Deadlines and details, overcompensated triage, Folding my chaos in a flammable marriage. I’m an erratic gal in a matchstick maze— Watch me react, until I blaze. [Verse 2] Critic commented “You can't use ‘whore’ in a song,” But it rhymes with 'some more', so guess who proved her wrong? My dopamine’s a DJ, in a basement of my brain, Scratching vinyl moments that skip on my odd terrain. Therapist takes notes—says, “Miss, that’s quite a storm,” I tip her with a pun; she defers - true to form. “Diagnosis: linguist with a reckless tongue,” I'm showing some cunning, but at least I get me some. [Pre-Chorus] He asked, “Why’s your ego rely upon clever ways to bait and then berate?” "Words are my favored weapons, and I can't own a gun in this state." [Chorus - Altered] I’m an erratic gal in a matchstick maze, Stretch, snap, light myself ablaze. A laugh through the smoke—“Are you OK, whore?” 네, 난 괜찮아, just pile on some more. Ideas set to page, smooth or crazed rage, Folding my chaos in an emulsive mar-rage. I’m an erratic gal in a matchstick maze— Watch me react, until I blaze. [Bridge – female rapid-fire rap] Syllables land like Taekwondo kicks, Punch-line physics, linguistic hat-tricks. If my life’s a bug, I’ll dodge the fly swatter, Both the heights and the dearth, beats being fodder. Self-doubt whispers? I'll never ever retreat. Worse comes to worse: Control, Alt, Delete. [Chorus – double-length finale] I’m an erratic gal in a matchstick maze, Stretch, snap, light myself ablaze. A laugh through the smoke—“You still okay, bitch?” 네, 난 괜찮아, bring it, it's just getting rich. Dreams and deadlines, drive and malaise, Folding in my chaos, teasing tired clichés— Yet they purr when I set ’em so ablaze. I’m a fantastic gal, forever dancing out of phase— And if it all derails and fails to coalesce, Then lucky you—who'll never glimpse, that awful tangled mess. [Outro – spoken with rhythm directly to the audience] thank you all those that spent your time listening to me rant in fun and twisted rhyme to keep you any longer that would be a crime my match is almost burnt up, this space I must resign [pause] (끝)
