I’m cracked at the edges, bleeding neon on the floor
pills on the mirror spelling “maybe tomorrow”
heart like a glitch, skipping every four beats
but I smile through the static—yeah, that’s my genre
I’m broken, but that’s ok, I remix the pain into replay
stitch every scar with 808s, let the bass cry my name
if love is a war, I’m the flag still burning bright
falling apart in 4/4 time, watch me rave through the night