Born of Rabbits

Verse 1 Candlelit surgeons count the beats in my chest; Hay in my lungs—cough confetti of stress. I fold old letters into animals, swallow the creases, Call it a miracle, call it my thesis. I want the gasp more than oxygen, honest, So I glue a halo to yesterday’s promise. I label the cage DO NOT TOUCH—then touch it twice, Curtsy to the rumor like it’s holy advice. Pre‑Chorus Say it soft enough and skin believes the lie; Bodies keep secrets, doctors love alibis. I stitched up empty space and called it evidence— Tell me you see it, or I’ll make it again. Chorus Born of rabbits, born of habit, Pulling love from crackling static. Paper‑magic, tragic/automatic, I’m the headline, you’re the hat trick. Laugh‑cry while the seams unlace, I wanted a miracle; it wanted my face. Hallelujah—kind of bad, kind of brilliant— Born of rabbits; teach me how to feel it. Verse 2 Powdered‑wig whispers: marvel, marvel—please, Glove theater, pamphlets, careful little keys. I’m mother of rumors; they breed when I blink; I water them nightly with leftover ink. I post my pulse like a proof in the feed, Caption: “don’t worry, they’re house‑trained—indeed.” If love has a loophole, I crawl right through— Pretend until the pretending is true. Bridge (drop) Shh—paper bones, origami veins; If I cradle the lie, does it cradle my shame? If I bleed from the page, will the letters turn black? I loved the applause; it never loved back. Final Chorus (bigger) Born of rabbits, born of habit, I keep pulling hope from static. Body’s fighting, choir’s laughing, Make it holy just by acting. If I whisper it enough, it learns to breathe— Now the miracle’s holding the keys. Outro Hay like snow, candle smoke, lilac haze; I forgive my body for wanting a stage. Born of rabbits, born of habit (fading), Goodnight to the hoax—I still almost had it.