Sybilanta

I woke up to a feeling of creeping doom
Smells like teen perfume and sweet monsoon
Life's the butter on your bread
but you can't eat if you're dead
Thought about that and had a drink
Then puked it up in the sink
I scream in soprano, breaking on cue

My whole life in cracked rear view
Mascara in the filter drain
A doll in love with the acid rain
Foggy future and still panic sick
Sometimes the carrot is just a stick

You said “real” like a prayer to choke
While I kissed the night through a Diet Coke
I danced alone in a dress too tight
Bleeding pain on the mic all night
Autotune life makes great slaves
Rebellion bought at a boutique chain
Still, I wrote your name on my mirror steam
A cliché queen in a fever dream

I die in soprano, croaking on cue
My whole life in cracked rear view
Mascara in the filter drain
Make me forget your name
Show me love is just a game

Is it theft if the ache is real?
Can you fake it ‘til you really feel?
A gray rainbow in a world of ash
Heels in mud, and the lipstick smashed

So play my single on a dying night
Where the pretty girls lose and the wrong feels right
Mascara in the filter drain
Daddy once told me that life...is pain