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  • I tried, truly. My voice can’t hide my eternal optimism.
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I wrote a song with teeth and claws
Recorded my own voice
Thought I’d finally shake the walls
With some raw artistic noise
Hit play, expecting thunder
Got sunshine with a kick
My lyrics wore their combat boots
My voice said, “Have a cupcake!”

I told the band, “Go darker”
They gave it all they had
I opened up my mouth and sang
Like nothing’s ever been that bad

All bubblegum, no grit
Brought cupcakes to the pit
The guitars are absolutely furious
I’m delighted to be in it
I’ve been through some things
But did you see the flowers?
Tried to make a three-minute threat
Made everyone’s day for hours
All bubblegum, no grit

I turned the sunshine setting down
It wasn’t even there
Typed “gravel, smoke, defiance”
Got confetti everywhere
Tried a growl into the microphone
It came out “You got this, Boo!”
Even when I sing “Get lost”
It sounds like “I believe in you!”

I asked for something haunting
Something wounded, something wild
The bass began its villain arc
I couldn’t stop the smile

All bubblegum, no grit
Brought cupcakes to the pit
The guitars are absolutely furious
I’m delighted to be in it
I’ve been through some things
But did you see the flowers?
Tried to make a three-minute threat
Made everyone’s day for hours
All bubblegum, no grit

Okay.
Less sparkle.
More menace.
We’ve discussed this.

I have known the depths of darkness—

Oh! There’s a dog!

I’ve got plenty I could scream about
I meant every word I wrote
But apparently my optimism
Has commandeered my throat

All bubblegum, no grit
Brought cupcakes to the pit
The guitars were absolutely furious
Now they want a banana split
I’ve been through some things
And I still brought you flowers
Let the drummer smash his feelings out
I’ll sing louder, he’ll hit harder
All bubblegum, no grit

Have a wonderful afternoon!

That was supposed to be a threat.