Pink paint peeling

Pink light flickering, 2 AM distortion

My nervous system in a state of soft abortion

(Sharp breath)

{close-mic

dry whisper, stripped guitar}

Whispering secrets into the Montreal air Blink-182 drums,

but I’m barely there

Raw and honest, the static gets loud

Trading my peace

for a pop-punk cloud

{raw dry intimate vocal} Ghost in the pink,

with a jagged edge Crying on the floor,

living on the ledge

88 beats, it’s a punk-rock ache

How much glossolalia can this heart take?

Lover girl messy, fragile and loud

I’m the only rebel in this binary crowd {bratty emotional intensity,

distorted punk layers} The Cure on the bassline,

sinking so deep Lil Peep ghosts while I’m trying to sleep Vex

breaks the syntax, Quinn shreds the wire

Turning my vulnerability into a fire Slacker-rock drift,

then the drums start to snap I’m a raw human nerve in

an electro-trap

{shift to gritty trap layers}

Whisper...calibrate... 88

Pink paint peeling, sealing the fate (Distorted punk-guitar decay)

{decaying distorted guitar, fading whisper}