C I E ARR

indie emopop lofi bedroom pop Full Song Title: Congrats! I'm emotionally available! (sometimes...) [intro awkward confidence] ... so i texted “hey” at two oh three, "which is peak i’m totally fine alone"... you responded, “who is this?”, and now i’m spiraling, quietly.... [verse 1 egotistical desperation] i got a playlist called “seduction lite”, and i put your face on the thumbnail, right? i’m charmin', when i black out the shame, like, “tell me more about what's-his-name”.... i’ll feign interests, i’ll drop hints, i’ll say "you're different", (then rinse and repeat), but baby, under all this false cool... is a boy who watched The Notebook sober.... [pre-chorus performative sincerity] i’ll overthink our text exchange, i’ll count your “lols” like red flags... you say you’re not into games... so i’m pretending i’ve never played.... [chorus theatrical thirst] congrats, i’m emotionally available, "but only when i’m horny or sad"... i'll hold your hand, so eloquently, then ghost you like it was all a dream... we can trauma-bond through memes... i'll cry into your wi-fi beam... just swipe right on this red flag parade... i swear, i’m almost kinda great... [verse 2 detached bravado] i flex my therapy receipts, like “look at me, i feel so deep”... i joke about my daddy issues, with timing that could win me Emmys... you said, “be honest,” so i sent, a shirtless pic and a voice memo rant... i swear, i used to be worse than this, ask anyone i've ever slept with... [bridge anxious overshare] we could kiss in my hatchback, while i overshare my coping stats... i’ll mention trauma like it's flirty, “oh this scar? yeah, i earned it dirty…” [chorus theatrical thirst again] congrats, i’m emotionally available, (but only when i’m spiraling bad)... i’ll buy you flowers via app, and apologize with minor sass... we can trauma-bond through memes, i’ll cry into your wi-fi beam.. just swipe right on this red flag parade, i swear, i’m almost kinda great.. [outro faux-sincere closure] if love’s a game, then i’m the cheat code, the glitch, the boss, the bug, the joke... and baby, if we self-destruct… at least it’s mutual, and kinda hot.