[Verse 1] Something buzzed behind my teeth The lot shimmered—like a mouth that breathes Neck bent like a prayer, flailing grace Bones made of nothing—still somehow there He twitched like a secret trying to escape Bent in rhythm only wind believes I laughed too loud or maybe flinched or maybe we traded places, for an inch ⸻ [Chorus – unstable mantra] Mr. Wobble knows— not what, not why—he just knows Moves where the current won’t go bends like a glitch in a loop I think I saw him grin or maybe dissolve Just nodding—like I got it all ⸻ [Verse 2] Blacktop rippled like a half-formed thought Felt like remembering what I was never taught He spun like a question I couldn’t quite name arms wide open, asking my name No words—just rhythm twitch and hiss A holy wriggle in the parking abyss The light got thick the breeze went thin And I swear I started moving like him ⸻ [Chorus – more fragmented] Mr. Wobble knows secrets sewn in synthetic skin He sobbed in semaphore breathes in neon sin I bowed—or spilled or melted away And he nodded slow like the truth still knew my name ⸻ [Bridge – dream logic fragment] A gust passed through—slow, and wrong Air tasted like the burnt song He swayed—and I heard my name in his chest or maybe just static or maybe just breath ⸻ [Final Chorus – collapse and clarity] Mr. Wobble knows where the wind forgets how to fold a name into silhouettes He dances like grief that forgot its shape like laughter that hits when it’s far too late I saw him rise or vanish And I waved or prayed or cracked wide open