Laundry Day Confessions

I left my youth in a cardboard box by the door,

Playing the good witch on your haunted hardwood floor.

You wore that vintage tee like a mastermind ghost,

Haunting the suburban streets that I hated most.

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

Writing down your red flags in the bitter winter night!

WELL GOOD FOR YOU,

KEEP PLAYING THE TEEN TRAGEDY,

I'M PARALLEL PARKING AND REWRITING HISTORY!

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

SHEDDING ALL MY INNOCENCE AND NEVER LOOKING BACK!

Amara vara Mara vara SOV-EREIGN PANE,

WASHING OUT THE VAULT TRACKS IN THE MIDNIGHT RAIN!

And I remember December,

freezing by the train,

Watching you drop my twisted fairytale

in the rain! You're a getaway driver in a stolen,

beat-up car, But I'm the one who survived the crash and caught

the shooting star! I’VE GOT

BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS, REAL BIG EX-PEC-TA-TIONS,

RE-WRITING ALL THE GHOST STORIES 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.