Prompt / Lyrics
As people pass, we rarely see, loss feels safer than empathy. We price our care, we guard our soul, won’t give it where we lose control. Soft little selves in pasta skin, stacked in rows, afraid to swim. Two boxes swear they’re not alike, risk nothing real, deny the bite. Snotty tortellini people say: You are unsafe, you will want too much, you will get close, you’ll need my touch. Hot water scares me — boiling steam. Is love a risk or fevered dream? Is the soul I seek just sauce to steal, or warmth I fear because it’s real? I I played the noble, fed on need, used broken souls to hide my greed. Disposable, hearts, convenient grief, I I called it kindness — it was belief. Then came the mirror, cracked and bare, no savior left, no role to wear. Two empty souls, no high, no low, just truth reflected, stripped and slow. I I am tortellini people still. You are boiling water — test my will. Dry pasta starves when left alone, sauce alone has nowhere home. I I will plunge — not brave, not free, just finally willing to see. What you gave came free to me. How lucky I Yes how lucky i I am Lucky to be me.
Tags
Art-Pop / Avant-Pop Post-Punk Dub New Wave Reggae Electro-Funk Noir, cinematic, androgynous, futuristic, tribal, male
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
12/29/2025