Memoirs of Broken Scars

I left my keys at the pub on a Tuesday night,

Playing the good witch in a terrible light.

You wore that vintage band tee,

acting so profound, While I spun my little tragedies round and round.

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

Writing down your red flags in the quiet kitchen night!

WELL I GUESS IT'S JUST FINE,

YOU CAN KEEP THE OLD CREW,

I'M PARALLEL PARKING AND I'M OVER YOU!

NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO ON THE TRACK,

GOT MY SANITY, MY DIARY,

AND NO TURNING BACK!

Amara vara Mara vara SOV-EREIGN PANE,

SCREAMING THROUGH THE SUBURBS IN THE MIDNIGHT RAIN!

'Cause I'm a mastermind building a fortress of paper,

And you're just a runaway,

a getaway faker! I remember the platform,

the look on your face,

When you dropped my whole heart in a public space!

I’VE GOT BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS,

REAL BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS, RE-WRITING ALL THE FAIRYTALES OF OUR OLD RE-LA-TIONS!

FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH WE TAKE THE WHOLE BAG,

STANDING ON THE PODIUM AND WAVING THE FLAG!

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY,

PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,

GHOST IN THE PINK VES-SEL CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.

u...

396 Hz root grounding.

a... 528 Hz transformation.

i/e...

963 Hz crown clarity.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain.

Lucir — I shine.