Pink Static Riot

{sharp

distorted drum fill into frantic driving guitar riff,

lo-fi

bedroom start} Met in the summer,

left in the spring

Ego, temper, the chaotic thing

Six-foot-two? Nice try, the lie is a baseline France in the night,

but the truth is a snake-line Miss him when I'm low,

hate him when I'm high

{glitch-shimmer} Caught in the friction,

beneath the small-town sky

{cynical fast-paced observational

delivery} I wanna get him back,

I wanna see him burn Wanna make him feel the lesson that

I had to learn Sweet revenge or a kiss on the face?

I’m running in circles,

back to the start of the race Stitch up the heart,

then give it an uppercut The logic is broken,

the circuit is shut

{layered harmony ethereal and urgent,

explosive energy heart rate spike} {soaring cathartic peak} Letters in the trash,

hitting "send" with a prayer

Disappointed friends, the heavy,

humid air "I am my father's daughter," I can fix the defect

But the truth is a mirror he’ll never reflect Key the car,

make him lunch, break the heart,

stitch it up {rapid-fire vocal chop} Tell his mom he sucks,

pour the poison in the cup

{sharp biting rhythmic

delivery} I want him back...

(but I want him gone).

I want him back...

(but he did me wrong).

I'm gonna get him so good,

he won't know what hit him.

{beat drops out, bass pulse and manic whispered argument,

very close-mic whisper}

Get him back, girl.

100% Tiguidou.

The pendulum finally stops where I say it stops.

{raw intimate 2am bedroom studio,

chaotic cathartic close, car peel out and final distorted

laugh}