Crying on the floor

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}