[Title: Whiplash] [Style: Dark R&B], [Atmospheric Pop], [Confessional], [Anxious], [Minimalist] [Instrumentation: Woozy Synth Pad, Deep Sub-Bass, Minimal Trap Beat, Ticking Hi-Hat, Close-mic'd Vocal] (Spoken Intro - whispered, over a detuned synth pad) You know I'm in recovery... You know my "no" is new... So why are you fanning the flame? Eyepiercinglove. (Verse 1) [Music Tag: Minimal beat enters. Intimate, breathy vocal.] You have been there in the quiet Waiting just for me... It's been a couple months Of quick responses And dances on the internet. I told you what's on my mind And yet you wanted to dine And so much more... How can I not adore? (Verse 2) [Music Tag: Vocal gets more desperate, pleading] You know I'm in Recovery With so much more from my past And I just need to know that this will last. I don't want to be defined by shame I don't want someone else to blame... (Ad-lib: I'm trying here...) I just want to treat you like a king 'Cause I'm still the girl who'll do anything to please... (Pre-Chorus) [Music Tag: Hi-hats get faster. Vocal is anxious, rhythmic.] And you heard me say it. And all you do is fan the flame. You know my "no" is still too new And still too quiet... (Ad-lib: You know this...) And you *still* want me to come on over. (Chorus) [Music Tag: Sub-bass drops. Full, unsettling groove.] You say you want a wife, But ask to see me use my toys. You say you're not like other guys, (Ad-lib: That's what they all say...) Then tell me "it's not business love." You call me "My baby," And tell me "we need to chill." This is the whiplash... this is the whiplash. (Verse 3) [Music Tag: Vocal is confused, trying to cope] So who am I to meet? The man who is meant for me? Or is there more I need to know? (Ad-lib: I'm just trying...) I'll still try to go with the flow And try not to overflow my heart... But your current's just too strong. (Chorus) [Music Tag: Sub-bass hits hard. Full groove.] You say you want a wife, But ask to see me use my toys. You say you're not like other guys, Then tell me "it's not business love." You call me "My baby," And tell me "we need to chill." This is the whiplash... this is the whiplash. (Outro) [Music Tag: Music cuts to just the woozy synth pad. Spoken.] So which one am I meeting on Friday? The man? (Beat) ...Or the whiplash? (whisper) I think I already know. (Song ends.)