Gray Eyes, Bad Thoughts

[Verse 1]
Gray eyes in the bathroom mirror
Counting tiles like tiny sins
Every tap and line and whisper
Feels like proof of where I’ve been
You said “stop being dramatic”
I heard “you’re a broken thing”
Tangled in the habits I inherited
Like your old wedding ring
[Chorus]
Yeah I’ve got OCD
Say it out loud so it can’t own me
Still these bad thoughts
Bite like frost on my teeth
I blame you
Dad
For the rules inside my head
Hidden in plain sight
But it’s my life instead
OCD
But I’m not your regret
[Verse 2]
You’d laugh when my hands got red
From scrubbing at invisible stains
Called it “being careful”
I called it “surviving the shame”
Now I triple-check the front door
Like I’m locking you out again
But you live in every pattern
Every loop
Every if
Every when
[Chorus]
Yeah I’ve got OCD
Say it out loud so it can’t own me
Still these bad thoughts
Drag me down in the deep
I blame you
Dad
For the fear under my breath
Hidden in plain sight
Smiling through the mess
OCD
But I’m not your regret
[Bridge]
I’m tired of your ghost in my routines (oh)
Of flinching at the floorboards that don’t creak
If I break the spell
If I leave the light
Will I lose you
Or finally feel right?
[Chorus]
Yeah I’ve got OCD
Say it out loud so it can’t own me
Still these bad thoughts
Cling like smoke to my teeth
I blame you
Dad
But I’m learning what is left
Hidden in plain sight
I’m a scar
Not a threat
OCD
And I’m owning every breath

pop, Smoky indie pop over sparse, detuned keys and brushed drums; raspy British female vocals right up on the mic, breaths and cracks left in. Verses stay hushed and confessional with close-miked room tone; chorus opens with saturated bass swells, hazy pads, and double-tracked hook. Subtle reverse reverb tails and distant gang harmonies on key phrases heighten the “hidden in plain sight” theme, ending on a bare vocal and single piano note., raw, female vocals, indie pop