Loopline Canvas

I bite the air and it bites me back No band,

no net, just the crack

I turn my throat into a siren

Then laugh when the room goes silent (ha) Hold it— hold it—

I’m wound up, I’m wired up

Say my name like a warning

Then cut the lights,

I’m coming (ahhhh) Ooh-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah-ah-ah

I’m not asking—

I’m taking space Hear that hunger in my face (ooh)

I learned the curse in a cheap backstage Spit it clean on

a blank white page If you flinch,

I lean in closer

If you stare, I get bolder (yeah)

Ooh,

ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh

I drop my voice into the floor And let it crawl back

to the door (uh)

Ooh-ah-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah-ah-ah

I’m not asking—

I’m taking space Hear that hunger in my face (ha)