Broken Mirror Groove

[Verse 1]
You slam the door
But it’s your own room shaking
You kill the light
Still every shadow’s waking
Laugh it off
Then choke on the joke you’re faking
Say you’re fine
But your hands keep quaking (mm)
[Chorus]
Trauma in a Sunday dress
Dancing in my head
Making such a mess
Deep cuts under shallow talk
Smile on my face while my demons walk
Spinning in the chaos (chaos)
Grooving through the ache I hide
Trauma in a Sunday dress
But I still move
I still move in time
[Verse 2]
Turn the pain
Into a late-night anthem
Sip the truth
Like it’s something handsome
Call my scars
Every name at random
Still they glow
Like a guilty lantern (oh)
[Chorus]
Trauma in a Sunday dress
Dancing in my head
Making such a mess
Deep cuts under shallow talk
Smile on my face while my demons walk
Spinning in the chaos (chaos)
Grooving through the ache I hide
Trauma in a Sunday dress
But I still move
I still move in time
[Bridge]
You want the hurt
To hush
To heal
But it taps its foot
To every secret you conceal
If I fall apart
Let it fall on the four and five
If I lose my heart
At least it went out alive (hey!)
[Chorus]
Trauma in a Sunday dress
Dancing in my head
Making such a mess
Deep cuts under shallow talk
Smile on my face while my demons walk
Spinning in the chaos (chaos)
Grooving through the ache I hide
Trauma in a Sunday dress
But I still move
I still move in time

funk, Dark, rubbery funk-pop with a warped, detuned synth bass and tight, dry drums. Male vocals sitting right on top of the pocket, half-sung, half-spoken in the verses; choruses explode with stacked harmonies and bright clav stabs. Gritty guitar scratches on the offbeats, filtered vocal chops swirling in the background to echo the chaos. Bridge strips to bass, snaps, and reverb-soaked lead before a final, punched-up hook., pop, deep