Family Engine Blues

{intricate

acoustic guitar strumming

with shimmering hyper-pop synth washes} {build to verse} I've been crazy,

I've been dumb and antisocial,

I've been cringe and I've been young,

a little unofficial! If you outlive your bitterness,

you might live to regret it,

Maybe that's the price of growing up and how we met it.

Please forgive us, our trespasses,

as we forgive those too,

I was so sure that I was right in all the things

I do. And I don't drink that much these days,

and I don't throw my friends away,

I will let it be unfair,

I'll be social, I'll be there!

Here among the family of things,

I want a home where the spirit sings!

Kids on TikTok, girls on film and hurled,

Nothing beats this real and ugly world!

Thank the grand design

for my second-best life!

I am its stupidest and luckiest girl,

amidst the strife! And I'm so sorry for everything,

I was so afraid,

Mean the way that little things can leave a tiny blade.

Shame is sacred, love is kind,

and I won't leave my soul behind,

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

If you're evil, be evil in love,

I'm the dog who wants to gnaw it off,

rising above! (Un, deux,

trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) If I'm ruined,

then I'm ruined and in love under these skies!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending

sparkling bright!)

We

are the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

Absolute feminist sovereignty. Absolute Penelope Scott poetry.

Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.

{acoustic guitar strum meets warm sub pulse fading out} {tiguidou seal lock}