hey, it’s embrieigh. <3 i have felt actually unloveable for a while now, trying to put my emotions into words, just trying to capture that heavy fear that no one will ever truly love the whole version of me. ✨ it’s a bit scary to be this vulnerable, but i’m so happy to finally share this with you. it’s just the lyrics for now, but I’ll be posting a version with backing vocals soon!! please be kind, this really comes from the heart. <33 enjoy! ilysm queens. <33 (Verse 1) I’m tracing the architecture of my own jawline In the bathroom mirror’s unforgiving glare Asking the glass if I’m some glitch in the design Or if it’s the way I take up too much air I’ve memorised the scripts of girls who get the guy The soft-spoken sighs and the effortless grace But I’m a run-on sentence, a "maybe next time" A blurred-out figure in the back of the space (Chorus) And it’s a quiet kind of autopsy, a slow-motion fall Wondering if it’s my face or the way that I talk Is it the sharp of my edges or the soul of it all? The way I go ghost when they try to unlock The truth is a fever that won't let me be I’m actually unlovable, aren’t I? Just a series of rooms no one wants to see Waiting for a light that won’t ever ignite (Verse 2) I told you things I should’ve kept in the dark Gave you the map to the parts that are hollow You watched the fire but didn't feel the spark Now I’m just a bitter pill for me to swallow Is it the eyes? Are they too vacant or wide? Or the way my mind rages like a shoreline in June? There’s no one waiting on the other side Just the echo of me in an empty room (Bridge) How did it end? Before it even began A post-mortem study of a heart still beating I’m the "almost" girl, the "never-the-plan" A temporary fixture, a season of fleeting Was I too loud? Or was I just not enough? Did they see the cracks through the porcelain skin? I’m made of the wrong kind of delicate stuff A door with no handle, let no one in (Chorus) Yeah, it’s a quiet kind of autopsy, a slow-motion fall Wondering if it’s my face or the way that I talk Is it the sharp of my edges or the soul of it all? The way I go ghost when they try to unlock The truth is a fever that won't let me be I’m actually unlovable, aren’t I? Just a series of rooms no one wants to see Waiting for a light that won’t ever ignite (Outro) I told you things... How did it end? Just a ghost in the hallway, a break that won't mend Maybe it’s both, the skin and the bone The person I am when I’m left all alone Actually unlovable. Yeah, that’s the end.
