Turns Tabled

[Verse 1]

I don't | want your | fuck-ing money
Oh, I | think it's | fuck-ing fun-ny
How you | turn the | tables
Oh, how | you spin | your fables

Caught | in your web | of lies
Oh my | head still | spin-ning
From the | games you've | been win-ning

You'd rather | hide in a tree
Than say what's | real to me
I try | to stay, I try | to leave
But your | fake-ass truth won't let me free

[Chorus]

I'm gonna | break-out
Let my- | self breathe
I'm gonna | freak-out
Watch my- | self leave
Freak-out
Let my- | self breathe

[Verse 2 — new/added]
I wander past the places… | where we used to be
I’m learning how to breathe… | at my own pace
A real big smile… | on this new face
Didn’t think I’d ever say… | “fuck it, I’m okay”
Tired of running your race
Always failing your pace
Can’t believe I wanted this… | in the first place

[Bridge]

I'm done | with your run‑around
Done with | your shitty schemes
I'm gonna | break‑out
Back in- | to me

[Chorus / Outro]

I'm gonna | break-out
Let my- | self breathe
I'm gonna | freak-out
Watch my- | self leave

Psychedelic indie rock, raw female vocals, gritty guitars, punchy rhythm, emotional, slightly hazy and edgy