Rain-Streaked Reverie

{simple slightly detuned guitar riff,

deep shaky inhale, rain-streaked window

ambience} You crave the model,

the silhouette of grace The perfect curve,

the porcelain in the face.

Someone to parade on the city boulevards Driving the excess,

while I’m holding all these shards.

You say it's trivial,

"it’s not that hard to bear"

But I feel the incision,

the ghost of a scar

in the air. {fragile weary honest vocal delivery,

subtle pulsating delay on scar line} If she’s invisible,

a shadow of no note Why do you shutter your eyes when

the words escape your throat?

Stupid boy, crafting a grief so deep Changing your current while I’m

barely in sleep.

She has the inventory that I cannot command How do I battle

a ghost made of shifting sand?

{anthemic aching confrontational vocal,

layered harmonies shimmering and desperate} A trophy for the gallery,

someone to display

In the neon rhythm of the Friday night array.

Spending the hours in a house that feels like glass

Leaving me behind, as the seasons start to pass.

Everything I’m missing, everything I crave to be

I’m dismantling the pedestal,

setting the truth free.

{rhythmic weary detached vocal,

rapid-fire vocal chop on so bad line} I don’t want to be

her.

Je ne veux pas être elle.

I want to be me,

free from this spell.

So bad.

Si mal.

{music pulls back to rhythmic guitar pulse,

whisper very close-mic}

100% Tiguidou.

The comparison is deleted.

She is an image.

I am the reality.

{raw intimate bedroom studio vibe,

resolved and elegant, single resonant guitar note,

light switched

off sound}