℗ Copyright 2026 by Midknightoil Music, All rights reserved. ☢ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 🧶 - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RHtX1sMkxhBIXBxdqftsK 📻 - YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCuW6er98D210fb6pIcp9jpA 🍎 - Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/midknightoil-music/1771715875 ✖ - X Artist: https://x.com/Midknightoil_M 📽 - TikTok Artist: https://www.tiktok.com/@midknightoil 📸 - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/midknightoil_music/ 🎧 - Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DJCJXCL2/midknightoil-music 💜 - Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/284428631 🌐 - Website: https://www.thrownexception.com Author Notes: A glamorous catastrophe, a portrait of someone who makes elegance out of error and comedy out of collapse. It is tragedy wearing couture, laughing softly as they pirouette into a tailspin of their own undoing. [Verse 1] I left my umbrella in a storm of my own making Dancing on the roof while the house was shaking My shadows got a side hustle that leaves me in the rain Misfortunes pouring down on me, a pattern I can't explain [Hook 1] It’s poetic, it’s pathetic, it’s ironic how I shine Balanced on a wrecking ball, disaster by design I’m a joke with perfect timing, dressed in black I make it art Juggling my tragedies like sprinkled glitter in the dark [Pre-Chorus] And it's funny how the punchline always lands on me I keep turning all my pain into a parody If I drown, make it cinematic, let the chorus rise I’m a poem with a watermark, a cheap prize [Chorus] Oh, what a beautiful mess, what a tragic little scene I’m the punchline in the poetry, the ghost inside the dream Falling up the staircase, dressed in leather and regret If irony is a language, baby, I’m fluent in it Oh, it’s elegant, the way I miss the mark Like Cupid lobbing arrows in the dark [Verse 2] I wrote my name in the steam on the mirror, then it cried Said “you’re the main character,” now the plot’s supplied I brought a rose to a funeral, dressed like a perfect date The mortician said, “That’s thoughtful,” then handed me a bouquet [Hook 2] It's poetic, ironic, I’m a walking paradox Kissing all my bad ideas and calling them a plot If life’s a cruel sonnet, then I’m its matriarch Juggling my tragedies like sprinkled glitter in the dark [Pre-Chorus] And it's funny how the punchline always lands on me I keep turning all my pain into a parody If I drown, make it cinematic, let the chorus rise I’m a poem with a watermark, a cheap prize [Chorus] Oh, what a beautiful mess, what a tragic little scene I’m the punchline in the poetry, the ghost inside the dream Falling up the staircase, dressed in leather and regret If irony is a language, baby, I’m fluent in it Oh, it’s elegant, the way I miss the mark Like Cupid lobbing arrows in the dark [Bridge] I’m a tragic little miracle in a cheap disguise Kissing my reflection with my bloodshot eyes Every bad decision turns to glitter in the light I keep on winning at the art of losing... right? Oh, it’s funny how the heartbreak rhymes With the prettiest lies at the ugliest times I’m a punchline, I’m a prayer, I’m a spark in the rain A poetic disaster on a first-name basis with pain [Pre-Chorus] And it's funny how the punchline always lands on me I keep turning all my pain into a parody If I drown, make it cinematic, let the chorus rise I’m a poem with a watermark, a cheap prize [Chorus] Oh, what a beautiful mess, what a tragic little scene I’m the punchline in the poetry, the ghost inside the dream Falling up the staircase, dressed in leather and regret If irony is a language, baby, I’m fluent in it Oh, it’s elegant, the way I miss the mark Like Cupid lobbing arrows in the dark [fade to end]
