[Verse 1] Plastic smile Paper hat tilt Berry swirl dripping on my wrist Name tags crooked Tips jar thin Manager says “you missed a spot again” I clock in I disappear Hands go numb in the freezer air Wiping down Your happy mess Dreaming up a different address [Chorus] I don’t wanna die in a yogurt shop Cherry-stained apron that I can’t drop I’m meant for hardcovers Book tours Soft covers Gold gates Two daughters And a house full of cats that I spoil like lovers I wanna sign my name on a mansion wall Laugh when the landlord finally calls I’ll say “I’m busy being rich And free An author” Not stuck here wiping tables For another dollar (oh) [Verse 2] Phone in the pocket Secret draft Notes app world where I finally last Heroine quits at chapter ten I keep writing till I quit like her But when? Stuck in line Behind the glass You want sprinkles I just want past You say “extra” I say “someday” Buy the whole strip mall and pave my way [Chorus] I don’t wanna die in a yogurt shop Cherry-stained apron that I can’t drop I’m meant for hardcovers Book tours Soft covers Gold gates Two daughters And a house full of cats that I spoil like lovers I wanna sign my name on a mansion wall Laugh when the landlord finally calls I’ll say “I’m busy being rich And free An author” Not stuck here wiping tables For another dollar (yeah) [Bridge] [Beat pulls back Whispered doubles] What if this stain Turns into ink? What if this shift Is shorter than I think? What if these tips Turn into scenes? Every eye-roll Feeding all my dreams (woah) [Chorus] I don’t wanna die in a yogurt shop Cherry-stained apron that I finally drop I’m meant for hardcovers Book tours Soft covers Big lawn Two daughters And a house full of cats climbing over each other I’m gonna sign my name on a mansion wall Wave at the landlord when I see him crawl I’ll say “I’m busy being rich And free An author” Left my cherry-stained apron For a cherry-wood office (hey) [Outro] Last key turn Door swings wide I walk out Into my own headline Sticky shoes On the midnight street Rich in a story Only I can read

pop, Glossy electro-pop with emo edges; female vocals up front over fizzy synth arps and a steady four-on-the-floor kick. Verses stay tight and intimate with dry vocals and pulsing bass; chorus explodes with wide pads, detuned lead hooks, and stacked harmonies. Middle-eight strips to filtered synths and whispered doubles before a final, uplifting chorus with extra ad-libs and a bright, stuttering outro., emo, rich, electro

Cherry-Stained Apron