[Four bars of fingerpicked acoustic guitar — warm, intimate. No percussion.]
[Good Aimee (soft, fragile):]
"I remember... something.
A woman. A birthday cake.
The number three on top.
That was me.
That was... me."
[Psycho Aimee]
"Shut UP."
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[Verse 1 Good Aimee]
[Sung gently, almost a whisper — acoustic guitar and soft brushes on snare]
I remember helping people
I think I liked the way it felt
I remember holding hands
Before I learned to hold a belt
I remember a garden
And a dog that wasn't mean
I remember being someone
Before I became a thing
[Horns enter — soft, major key, distant]
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[Chorus 1 Good Aimee — still gentle]
[Full acoustic band — upright bass, brushes, muted horns]
But he's so loud now
And I'm so small
He took the keys to the only room
And boarded up the hall
I scream "turn around, pretty lady"
He screams "BLOOD AND GORE"
I used to be the one in charge
Now I just live on the second floor
[Acoustic guitar rings out. Hold.]
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[Verse 2 Good Aimee]
I remember a mirror
Where I saw my own two eyes
Now I see a stranger
Wearing my face like a disguise
I tried to leave a note once
On the wall in someone's blood
He scratched it out and wrote
"YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE FLOOD"
[Drummer switches from brushes to sticks — subtle, but there]
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[Chorus 2 Good Aimee — louder, desperate]
But he's so loud now
And I'm so small
He broke the door down
Now there's no door at all
I scream "don't hurt that family"
He screams "FAMILY'S JUST MORE GORE"
I used to be the one in charge
Now I don't live here anymore
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[Bridge The argument]
[Good Aimee, pleading, dry, no reverb]
"Please. There's a child. You don't have to—"
[Psycho Aimee, cutting her off, laughing]
"A child? Even better. They're tender."
[Good Aimee, crying]
"That's not who we are."
[Psycho Aimee, suddenly quiet, cruel]
"That's exactly who I am.
You're just the voice I can't turn off.
But I'm learning."
[Good Aimee, whispered]
"Please..."
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[Breakdown Psycho Aimee takes over — full band explosion]
[Psycho Aimee (screaming, no melody):]
I AM THE VOICE THAT COUNTS THE TEETH!
I AM THE HAND THAT WEARS THE LEASE!
YOU WERE A GHOST THE DAY WE MET —
I'M JUST THE ONE WHO WON'T FORGET!
GOOD GIRL, GOOD GIRL, WHERE'D YOU GO?
LOCKED IN A CLOSET WATCHING BLOOD FLOW!
I'M THE NOT-SO-INNER VOICE, BABY —
AND I ALWAYS GET THE FINAL NO!
[Horns play a violent, descending chromatic scale]
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[Guitar Solo (8 bars — frantic, messy)]
[Electric guitar, heavily distorted, playing a solo that sounds like it's trying to escape the song.]
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[Chorus 3 Psycho Aimee]
[Same lyrics as Chorus 1, but twisted]
But I'M so loud now
And YOU'RE so small
I burned the room, I ate the keys
And YOU'RE so small
I burned the room, I ate the keys
And I painted the hall
You scream "turn around, pretty lady"
I scream "BLOOD AND GORE AND MORE AND MORE!"
You used to be the one in charge
Now you're just the voice I ignore
[Horns hit one final, ugly chord]
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