Lucid Little Freakshow

Melancholic dark-pop with a theatrical, haunted nursery-rhyme edge, Sound-wise: Verse: soft, close vocals, music-box piano, low pulsing synth, almost whispered like you’re confessing to the dark, Pre-chorus: strings or distorted choir creeping in, more yearning, like the dream is opening its mouth, Chorus: catchy but eerie, Big enough to sing, still sad underneath, The hook should feel like glitter on a wound, Bridge: stripped back, devastating, Just voice, piano, maybe a heartbeat kick, This is where the “pining for who I could have been” really lands, Final chorus: layered vocals, cinematic drums, dreamy distortion, almost euphoric but tragic, Like accepting the freakshow as home, Performance style: don’t belt too early, Sing it like you’re trying not to cry until the bridge, Then let the final chorus bloom into something desperate and beautiful

I go to sleep with my hands closed
Like I can keep myself inside
But the night gets in through the window
And wears my face like a disguise

There’s a hallway full of almosts
There’s a child I never saved
He’s got my eyes but they’re brighter
He still thinks he’ll get away

I see him running through the static
Bare feet on a silver floor
He turns around and asks me softly
“Is this what we became you for?”

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Pretty when the seams show**
**I don’t run, I redecorate**
**Put a halo on the psycho**

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Nightmare in a pink glow**
**I’m the lock, I’m the key**
**I’m the thing that dreams know**

I built a house out of bad dreams
Painted every room with stars
Hung my hurt up in the doorway
Called the bruises modern art

There are versions of me singing
From the lives I didn’t get
One is loved before he’s useful
One forgives and can forget

One is dancing in the kitchen
One is sleeping without fear
One looks just like I might have
If the world had been more clear

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Pretty when the seams show**
**I don’t run, I redecorate**
**Put a halo on the psycho**

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Nightmare in a pink glow**
**I’m the lock, I’m the key**
**I’m the thing that dreams know**

And I miss him
God, I miss him
The boy who never had to learn
How to make a joke from bleeding
How to make a shrine from hurt

I keep reaching through the mirror
But he’s always out of view
I say, “Wait for me, I’m coming”
He says, “I was waiting too”

In the morning I get smaller
Fold the wings back into skin
But at night I am the kingdom
And the creature locked within

Maybe dreams are not the madness
Maybe waking is the lie
Maybe I’m most like myself
When I’m too strange to survive

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Pretty when the seams show**
**I don’t run, I redecorate**
**Put a halo on the psycho**

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Nightmare in a pink glow**
**I’m the lock, I’m the key**
**I’m the thing that dreams know**

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Pretty when the seams show**
**I don’t run, I renovate**
**Build a church inside the psycho**

**Lucid little freakshow**
**Nightmare in a pink glow**
**I’m the wound, I’m the witness**
**I’m the thing that dreams know**

I wake up with my hands open
Like I lost myself again
But there’s glitter on the pillow
And a ghost beneath my skin

He is crying in the doorway
He is holy, he is bruised
He says, “I became the nightmare
So the dream could still be you”

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I go to sleep with my hands closed Like I can keep myself inside But the night gets in through the window And wears my face like a disguise There’s a hallway full of almosts There’s a child I never saved He’s got my eyes but they’re brighter He still thinks he’ll get away I see him running through the static Bare feet on a silver floor He turns around and asks me softly “Is this what we became you for?” **Lucid little freakshow** **Pretty when the seams show** **I don’t run, I redecorate** **Put a halo on the psycho** **Lucid little freakshow** **Nightmare in a pink glow** **I’m the lock, I’m the key** **I’m the thing that dreams know** I built a house out of bad dreams Painted every room with stars Hung my hurt up in the doorway Called the bruises modern art There are versions of me singing From the lives I didn’t get One is loved before he’s useful One forgives and can forget One is dancing in the kitchen One is sleeping without fear One looks just like I might have If the world had been more clear **Lucid little freakshow** **Pretty when the seams show** **I don’t run, I redecorate** **Put a halo on the psycho** **Lucid little freakshow** **Nightmare in a pink glow** **I’m the lock, I’m the key** **I’m the thing that dreams know** And I miss him God, I miss him The boy who never had to learn How to make a joke from bleeding How to make a shrine from hurt I keep reaching through the mirror But he’s always out of view I say, “Wait for me, I’m coming” He says, “I was waiting too” In the morning I get smaller Fold the wings back into skin But at night I am the kingdom And the creature locked within Maybe dreams are not the madness Maybe waking is the lie Maybe I’m most like myself When I’m too strange to survive **Lucid little freakshow** **Pretty when the seams show** **I don’t run, I redecorate** **Put a halo on the psycho** **Lucid little freakshow** **Nightmare in a pink glow** **I’m the lock, I’m the key** **I’m the thing that dreams know** **Lucid little freakshow** **Pretty when the seams show** **I don’t run, I renovate** **Build a church inside the psycho** **Lucid little freakshow** **Nightmare in a pink glow** **I’m the wound, I’m the witness** **I’m the thing that dreams know** I wake up with my hands open Like I lost myself again But there’s glitter on the pillow And a ghost beneath my skin He is crying in the doorway He is holy, he is bruised He says, “I became the nightmare So the dream could still be you”

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