[INTRO — music-box chimes, distant cathedral choir] [soft Lula whisper] Four eyes open… and I still didn’t see this coming. [tiny laugh] Typical. [VERSE 1 — airy, dreamy vocals] The candles in my Blushroom burn pink and blue for you I paint little stained-glass pictures of the stupid things we do Built a tiny altar out of glitter, bows and lies And I’m wishing on my fairy wings beneath a violet sky You’re not a devil, baby That’d be much too clean You’re the prettiest disaster That these four eyes ever seen [PRE-CHORUS — drums building] And maybe I should fly away Maybe I should know by now [wings flutter / distorted giggle] But every time I try— I TURN AROUND! [CHORUS — HUGE VOCALS → SCREAM] OH, BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! MY SWEETEST LITTLE COLLISION! I’ll hang my regrets from a mushroom shrine And thank every star that your chaos found mine! YES! BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! I’LL WEAR YOUR MAYHEM LIKE A HALO OF GOLD! I spent my whole damn life Trying to keep control— [SCREAM] SO WHY DOES LOSING IT FEEL LIKE COMING HOME?! [airy layered Lula vocals] I’ve never felt so saved… [VERSE 2 — playful, theatrical] They’re handing me their warnings Like I haven’t heard before “Lula, maybe think this through—” [spoken] Boring. [beat kicks] I’m dancing barefoot anyway Across the Blushroom floor If loving every dangerous thing Is wrong— I’ll love it more Let them bring their holy water Let them ring the warning bells I’ve got glitter in my bloodstream And a fairy tale from hell [PRE-CHORUS — increasingly frantic] Four eyes open Wings spread wide Halo crooked Heart on fire Tell me, baby— If this is such a bad idea… WHY DO I FEEL SO ALIVE?! [CHORUS — FULL CATHEDRAL + SCREAMS] OH, BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! MY BEAUTIFUL COLLISION! I’ll hang my regrets from a mushroom shrine And thank every star that your chaos found mine! YES! BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! PUT THAT CROOKED LITTLE HALO ON ME! I’m finally losing all the control I pretended I could keep— [SCREAM] AND I’VE NEVER FELT SO FREEEEEE! [BREAKDOWN — everything abruptly dies] [rain] [distant thunder] [one trembling music-box note] [Lula breathing shakily] Is this the part… where I’m supposed to apologize? [small laugh] Where I fold my wings… wipe off the glitter… and promise I learned something? [pause] …No. [whisper] I didn’t. And maybe… I don’t want to. [heartbeat] Because for once— I’m not scared of the fall. [FINAL BUILD — choir slowly returning] Four eyes open. Heart unlocked. Wings trembling. Halo crooked. [whisper] Come ruin my good judgment. [EXPLOSIVE FINAL CHORUS] BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! MY HOLY LITTLE COLLISION! LET THE BELLS RING! LET THE WHOLE REALM KNOW! I’D RATHER FEEL TOO MUCH THAN NEVER LET GO! BE MY PATRON SAINT OF BAD DECISIONS! I’LL WEAR THIS CHAOS LIKE A CROWN OF GOLD! I WAS NEVER IN CONTROL— [FERAL SCREAM] AND I DON’T WANNA BE!!! [choir + screaming vocals] I’VE NEVER FELT SO SAVED! SO SAVED! SO SAVED! [everything cuts] [tiny Lula whisper] …Oops. [soft fairy giggle]
