DARK SIDE OF THE SILVER SPOON [Verse 1] Flashbulbs bloom like ambulance lights, every headline wants fresh blood. We traded names for neon halos, called the hunger “Hollywood.” Everybody sells tomorrow for another Friday night. The cameras only love you if you’re burning twice as bright. A silver spoon is just a shovel when you’re digging underneath your skin. By the time they call you beautiful, the funeral’s already dressed to win. [Pre-Chorus] Another headline. Another halo. Another saint we couldn’t save. Tell me, if paradise was bought, why’s everybody looking down? [Chorus] Dark side of the silver spoon. Dark side of the silver spoon. Everybody wants to die in bloom. Everybody wants forever— Twenty-seven comes too soon. Silver spoon. Silver spoon. Funny how the dream consumes. Everybody wants the legend… Nobody wants the dark side of the silver spoon. [Verse 2] The mirror learned my stage name first, forgot the child beneath my face. Every “yes” became a needle, every “love” became a chase. Hotel rooms and dying flowers, champagne tears in crystal cups. Funny how they call it living while they’re slowly giving up. Your smile gets sold in vinyl sleeves, your nightmares never leave the room. The crowd can sing every word you wrote— they’ll never sing you home. [Pre-Chorus] Turn another soul into a story. Turn another heartbeat into a brand. Tell me, if paradise was bought, why’s everybody looking down? [Chorus] Dark side of the silver spoon. Dark side of the silver spoon. Everybody wants to die in bloom. Everybody wants forever— Twenty-seven comes too soon. Silver spoon. Silver spoon. Funny how the dream consumes. Everybody wants the legend… Nobody wants the dark side of the silver spoon. [Bridge] You don’t miss them. You miss the myth. The records keep spinning, the T-shirts keep selling, the playlists keep growing. Meanwhile— another mother keeps setting one less place at the table. [Final Chorus] Dark side of the silver spoon. Dark side of the silver spoon. Everybody wants to die in bloom. Everybody wants forever— Twenty-seven came too soon. Silver spoon. Silver spoon. Funny how the dream consumes. Everybody wants the legend… Nobody wants the dark side of the silver spoon. Keep the halo. Keep the headlines. I’d rather grow old than become somebody’s favorite ghost. The dark side… …of the silver spoon.
