[Verse 1] Woke up with a hurricane haircut Coffee cup shaking in my hand Teeth brushing to a waltz in my ribcage Heartbreak marching like a brass band My shadow’s doing stand-up in the mirror Cracking jokes I almost understand I pin a little smile to my jacket Call it “Plan B ” call it quicksand [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got traffic lights in my pupils Red Green Flicker then fade If I start to spin in circles Would you still stay Still stay? [Chorus] Welcome to my patchwork mind parade Fast lane Then a dead-stop fade Laughing as the colors trade I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (I think) Dancing on a tightrope frayed High then low like a stock exchange Sing along if you feel this strange I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (on the brink) [Verse 2] Thoughts stacked like plates in an earthquake One wrong word and they all slide I write love notes on prescription labels Fold them into paper butterflies There’s a circus camping in my skull now Lion-tamer sleeping on the tracks Every time I try to find an exit It just loops me right back [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got thunderclouds in my pockets Lightning stitched into my sleeve If I hand you all my weather Would you still leave Still leave? [Chorus] Welcome to my patchwork mind parade Fast lane Then a dead-stop fade Laughing as the colors trade I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (I think) Dancing on a tightrope frayed High then low like a stock exchange Sing along if you feel this strange I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (on the brink) [Bridge] [Tempo drops Piano and cello only] Some days I’m the quiet library Every book shelved in a line Whispering “you’re doing fine You’re fine” Even when the margins scream Some days I’m a runaway carousel Spinning past the closing time Everyone’s already gone home But the lights stay The lights stay The lights stay on [Build] [Drums creep in Bagpipes swell softly] If my smile is speaking cursive Can you read between the teeth? If my laughter sounds rehearsed Will you wait for what’s beneath? Count to four with me then backwards Hold my hand through every bend If we never find the answer Will you still pretend? [Chorus] Welcome to my patchwork mind parade Fast lane Then a dead-stop fade Laughing as the colors trade I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (I think) Dancing on a tightrope frayed High then low like a stock exchange Sing along if you feel this strange I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay (on the brink) [Outro] [Half-time Big cinematic swell] So here’s to every crooked halo Every joke that hid a plea Raise a toast to all the chaos Marching time inside of me If your head’s a haunted house too You can walk beside my drum We’ll be perfectly unstable Till the morning Till it comes (oh yeah)

pop, Eclectic art-pop tapestry with male vocals; bright piano leads a tempo-shifting groove that jumps between bouncy indie-pop, half-time trap swing, and folk-tinged chamber breaks. Cello glides and growls beneath, bagpipes bloom on pre-chorus lifts and the final hook. Intricate, singable top-line with stacked harmonies on key phrases; drums pivot from tight rim-click verses to explosive, danceable choruses, then drop into sparse, intimate bridges for dynamic contrast., poetic, cello, nostalgic, slow

Patchwork Mind Parade