Flip The Coin

[Verse 1]
Sunday table
Same old grace
Passing dishes
Dodging all their gaze
Laugh at stories
I was never in
Bite my tongue
Til it stings my skin
They say
"You're quiet"
They say
"Stand tall"
Every version
Never fits at all
Practiced lines
In the bathroom mirror
Change my voice
Til it disappears
[Chorus]
Flip the coin
Heads I stay
Tails I’m gone
I can't live both ways
I’m tired of trading my heart
For a seat in this house
Flip the coin
Watch it spin
Mid-air truth
Who I’ve always been
I never fit their mold
I’m not folding myself down now (oh no)
[Verse 2]
Cousin’s picture
Framed in gold
He’s the blueprint
I was always told
Wear the sweater
Hide the tattooed side
Leave my questions
Waiting in the drive
But it’s so heavy
Being two of me
Their approval
Costs my honesty
In my bedroom
Door against the frame
I breathe deeper
When they say my name
[Chorus]
Flip the coin
Heads I stay
Tails I’m gone
I can't live both ways
I’m tired of trading my heart
For a seat in this house
Flip the coin
Watch it spin
Mid-air truth
Who I’ve always been
I never fit their mold
I’m not folding myself down now (no, no)
[Bridge]
What if I just walk in
As I am
This time
Let their silence answer
While I keep my mind
If love has conditions
Taped to my skin
I’ll peel them off slowly
And start again (start again)
[Chorus]
Flip the coin
Let it fall
On my palm
I won't change at all
I’m done with shrinking my soul
For a place at their side
Flip the coin
But I know
Whatever it shows
I won’t let me go
I never fit their mold
And I’m choosing my own life now (yeah)
I’m choosing my own life now

Intimate alt-pop ballad over warm piano and dusty drums, male vocals. Verse stays hushed and close-mic’d, subtle pad swells underneath. Chorus lifts with wide harmonies and a round, deep bass, kick hitting harder on the hook. Bridge strips back to almost solo vocal and piano before a final, cathartic chorus with stacked ad-libs and a gentle vocal echo tail.