Outer Edge Factotum

[Verse 1] I’ve been making art outta fractured stars, Digging up pieces of me from Saturn's back yard. Found a box labeled “Do Not Open Emotional Risk,” Guess what? I did. Been schooling myself in the mirror’s glow, Setting boundaries like stop signs in fresh-fallen snow. I’m healing old wounds like a time-traveling nurse, Learning to love the mess, not just rehearse. [Pre-Chorus] Curiosity’s got me clicking every tab, PowerPoint buttons I never knew I had. Less stuck in my head, more draped in silk scarves Call it fashion, call it survival, call it post-breakdown art. [Chorus] I’m the factotum dream, a side hustle queen, Lyft by day, pixel-sorceress on screen. Installed and reinstalled my will to thrive, Still debugging, still alive. Designing, aligning, belt-tight and bold If there’s no golden path, I pave my own gold. [Verse 2] Gained my teaching chops in a room full of noise, Wrangled wild futures with Powerpoint toys. Learned how to market, how to animate hope, And how to submit job app number 403 without losing scope. I serve dreamers with plans that shine Just give me a whiteboard and a deadline. I’ll organize your closet or your consciousness Behind-the-scenes goddess, chaos-blessed. [Bridge] You want grit? I’ve got glitter in mine. I’m the action behind every half-baked sign. Not risk-averse, just plot-prepared, And if no one hires me-I’m still out there. Doing it. Building it. Belting it out. Wearing my résumé like a thrifted shout. [Final Chorus] So if you’re the one with the plan I crave, I'll lift the load, make bold look brave. But if not? I’ll keep dancing solo, self-taught, With my scarves, my skills, and every damn thought. Call it madness or divine recursion I'm the comeback queen in perpetual version. [Outro – spoken word over beat drop] Found myself on the edge of the galaxy, Now I’m just trying to make that version of me pay rent. Accessories optional. Audacity included.