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.
Details
GeneratedDec 29, 2025
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Art-Pop / Avant-Pop
Post-Punk Dub
New Wave Reggae
Electro-Funk
Noir, cinematic, androgynous, futuristic, tribal, male
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