Mere Majic Productions

Lyrics

PRE-CHORUS INTRO)*
[soft music box chimes fade into playground laughter—then distorts]
*"Spin me round til I disappear..."*
*(VERSE 1)*
**Funhouse mirrors at six years old,**
stretched me tall then swallowed me whole.
**Momma's voice through the plaster wall,**
*"Not now, baby—just let it go."*
Dust motes dance where the sun can’t reach,
**I drew faces on my knees—**
**chalk outline where the monsters speak.**
*(PRE-CHORUS)*
*"I built a castle in the closet light—*
*but the shadows ate the walls tonight."*
[beat surges like a held breath breaking]
*(CHORUS)*
**BREAK ME OPEN LIKE A PROMISE,**
**I’M STILL HERE IN THE BRUISES!**
**Scream into the hollow places—**
**they echo back *different* voices.**
*"You don’t have to be good to be loved,"*
**but the good girls’ all I brought.**
**So I stitch her mouth with piano wire,**
**and let the rot bloom hot.**
*(VERSE 2)*
**Now the therapist nods like a metronome,**
*"Where’d you go when the hurt got home?"*
**I carved my name in the apple tree—**
**It grew back crooked over me.**
**Daddy’s fist in the dashboard light,**
*"You’re too sensitive,"* like that makes it right.
**I learned silence tastes like mint & spite.**
*(BRIDGE)*
[music strips to heartbeat & static]
*"I’m sorry"—* (to whom? the ghost or the girl?)
*"I’m angry"—* (at what? the wound or the world?)
*"I’m tired"—* (of what? the fight or the fall?)
*"I’m trying"—* (to love what’s left *at all*).
*(FINAL VERSE)*
**Bought a lighter with my college check,**
**held it under every *what the fuck* I kept.**
**The child’s bones hum in my throat,**
**but the woman’s fist knows the tune by note.**
**I plant dahlias where the playground burned—**
**watch the petals curl like *lessons learned*.**
*(PRE-CHORUS REPRISE)*
*"I left the castle but kept the key—*
*the monsters wave from inside me."*
*(FINAL CHORUS)*
**BREAK ME OPEN LIKE A RIOT,**
**I’M STILL HERE IN THE CRESCENDO!**
**Scream into the hollow places—**
**they echo back *my own damn* voice.**
*"You don’t have to be whole to be loved,"*
**but I’m glue & gold & ghost.**
**So I light the match in the music box,**
**and dance til the smoke gets loud.**
*(OUTRO)*
[music box re-enters—warped & slowing]
*"Spin me round til I... (click)"*
[tape hiss. Silence. Then—one last distant *laugh*]