Black Cat, Glass Slipper

[Verse 1]
Same script
Different curse in the credits
Always the ghost at the table
Staring at couples in edit
I trip on the same framed picture
Fall for the same cold smile
Telling the same old story
Of “maybe next time”
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Like a scratched old record I can’t turn off
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
Really smiling
[Verse 2]
Tea leaves
Shaped like broken promises
Every first kiss feels haunted
Every goodnight
An abyss
I joke I’m a haunted hallway
People just pass straight through
Sick of the clever one-liners
I just want something true
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Like a scratched old record I can’t turn off
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
Really smiling
[Bridge]
[Strings swell
Choir hums low]
Is there a book on the highest shelf
Where I don’t sabotage myself?
Can I step out of this cursed costume
Into a dance that makes more room? (oh)
If the monsters under my bed
Could trade their claws for flowers instead
I’d stop rehearsing every tragedy
Let a happy ending look back at me
[Chorus]
I’m so tired of talking 'bout bad luck love
Let the old script burn
I’ve had enough
I want a fairy tale
Curtain call
Hand in hand
Spinning in a ballroom
Finally understand
I’m done counting all the ways it went wrong
I just want that once-upon-a-time to belong
Give me someone that stays through the ending
So I can start smiling
(yeah, really smiling)

Dark whimsical orchestral pop; male or female vocals. Minor-key waltz feel with pizzicato strings, bassoons, and celeste in the verses; chorus blooms into full strings, choir pads, and thunderous timpani hits. Creepy toy-box motif on glockenspiel, harp glissandi for the “fairy tale” moments, and a swelling, cinematic bridge that briefly turns major before plunging back into deliciously eerie resolve.