Insomniac Sad Girl 1 (Remastered)

Classical-opera-punk with a driving four-on-the-floor pulse, polished modern pop production, crystal-clear vocals, glossy top-end and arena-ready dynamic lifts; punchy sidechained drums, oversized cinematic strings and driving bass; high, light female upper-register vocals in tight call-and-response layers, doubled hooks

[Verse 1] 3:17 on my phone screen, again Ceiling fan keeps count of the minutes Silence gets loud when the world's asleep And my thoughts throw parties I didn't invite in Lavender candle burned down to nothing Same as the promises I keep to myself [Pre-Chorus] I dress up my sadness in oversized sleeves Sip cold coffee like it's a memory If dreams are a postcard, mine got lost in the mail Return to sender: a girl, wide awake [Chorus] I'm an insomniac sad girl Dancing slow with the glow of the streetlight Tracing my scars with the tabs on my browser Asking the moon if it gets lonely at night I'm an insomniac sad girl Heart on read by the dark Typing confessions to nobody Then deleting every part [Verse 2] Makeup wiped off but the ghosts stay on Every old text reads like a caution sign I water the plants just to hear something grow While I stay the same in a different time zone Playlists know all of my secrets by name Shuffle my heartbreak on low again [Pre-Chorus] I fold all my feelings like laundry at dawn Clean but heavy, nowhere to put them on If sleep is a city, I lost the map Population: me, in a one bed flat [Chorus] I'm an insomniac sad girl Dancing slow with the glow of the streetlight Tracing my scars with the tabs on my browser Asking the moon if it gets lonely at night I'm an insomniac sad girl Heart on read by the dark Typing confessions to nobody Then deleting every part [Bridge] Maybe I'll sleep when the sun says sorry For waking me up to a world that feels heavy Till then I'll count the blinks of the smoke alarm One red heartbeat keeping me company [Final Chorus] I'm an insomniac sad girl Learning to love the sound of the quiet If morning comes and I'm still up At least I made it through the night Yeah, I'm an insomniac sad girl But the dark knows all my art Writing love letters to my shadows Till sleeping and healing aren't worlds apart

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