[Intro]
(Soft, haunting piano chords play, drenched in reverb. A faint, breathless vocal melody drifts in like smoke)
Mmm, mmm...
Keep it under the tongue...
Mmm, mmm...
[Verse 1]
There’s a fracture in the basement of my chest
A heavy, hollow kind of guest
I used to let the bleeding hit the page
Used to scream it out on center stage
But the vultures started catching on the scent
Taking pieces of the things I meant
So I locked the door and swallowed up the key
Now the saddest parts of me are just for me
[Chorus]
(The music swells slightly—dark pop sub-bass rolls in like an approaching storm, but the vocals remain a ghostly, fragile whisper)
Oh, I have to bleed in silence now
Can’t let them see the bruises show
If I put the ache into the melody
They’ll take the only thing that’s left of me
So I sing a pretty lie, keep the shutters drawn tight
A beautiful ghost in the middle of the night
My heart is breaking, but the words are stone
I’m a masterpiece... and entirely alone
[Verse 2]
(The piano grows more syncopated, mimicking a nervous heartbeat. A distant, distorted synth pad echoes)
They want the tragedy, they want the art
They want the currency of a broken heart
But every line I drew became a cage
They bought the sorrow, then they turned the page
So I wear a smile like a porcelain mask
"Are you doing fine?" they never really ask
And I prefer it that way, keep the water still
If I don’t feel it, then nobody will
[Chorus]
Oh, I have to bleed in silence now
Can’t let them see the bruises show
If I put the ache into the melody
They’ll take the only thing that’s left of me
So I sing a pretty lie, keep the shutters drawn tight
A beautiful ghost in the middle of the night
My heart is breaking, but the words are stone
I’m a masterpiece... and entirely alone
[Bridge]
(The piano drops out. Just a pulsing, cinematic bass and layers of ghostly, overlapping vocal harmonies, sounding distant and frantic)
Safe behind the syntax...
Safe behind the rhyme...
If I never tell the truth, they can't steal it this time.
Hide it in the chorus...
Bury it in the beat...
Let them think it’s fiction... let them think it’s sweet.
(Guitar/Synth Solo - Cinematic Peak)
(A sudden, swelling wave of melancholic strings and a dark, echoing synth cry out—expressing the pain she can't say out loud. It builds to a dramatic, heartbreaking peak, then abruptly cuts away...)
[Outro]
(Back to just the lonely piano, exactly like the intro. The voice is a bare, breathless thread)
So I sing a pretty lie...
Keep the shutters drawn tight...
A beautiful ghost...
In the dead of night.
(The piano plays one final, unresolved chord)
Mmm, mmm...
(The sound of a sharp intake of breath, then silence)