Lyric

Found your ribbon in scene five

Script forgot, but I survive

You gift me lines like party tricks

Tie my heart with rubber clicks

Confetti smiles, choreo tears

Rerun love for three more years

Blow the cue, I dance alone

Who needs script when I’m full-grown?

Fake your love with filtered hue

I wear truth like vintage glue

This is my brass ribbon replay

Spin again—same cliché

You clapped at love like it’s a show

I tap-danced past your shadow

I rewind but not to stay

I swing on truth in sugar spray

We posed for love in comic frames

Lip-synced laughs and matching names

But when the tape began to glitch

I ditched the bow, flipped the switch

Tried to twist my lines to fit

But I’m no script, I’m counterfeit

If love’s a take, I’m take two gold

Not stuck in reels you oversold

This is my brass ribbon replay

Streamed in pink but moods went gray

I shuffled beats, you looped the line

Still I waltzed in perfect time

Truth unwrapped, and I don’t stall

I pirouette through your downfall

Hold the lights, let silence play

Truth can swing, but won't obey

This is my brass ribbon replay

Final scene, no words to say

I solo now with style and fire

Beyond the loops you still require

Fade to groove, no need to stay

I freestyle out of your ballet

Curtain’s down, my own array

Ribbon gone, but I’m okay