Under My Skin

I feel your stare from across the hall, it’s a physical weight You think you’re silent, but your shadow’s always two minutes late You fixed my chair in third period, you “found” my sweater last spring You know my coffee order, my bus route, every song that I sing And I’m not mean, I’m not cruel, I just don’t owe you a smile But you rewrite every “hello” as a chapter in your denial You wrote my name in your notebook with a heart made of lead Then erased it so careful—but I saw the ghost that you left You don’t speak, you just orbit, like a planet that’s lost its sun And the tragedy, baby? You think this means you’ve already won. Chorus (Sung, angsty and explosive) You don’t get to haunt me just ‘cause you’re scared to be seen You whisper my name like a secret you kept in the dark But a crush isn’t love—it’s just aiming a gun at your heart! So find a new ghost, find a new hallway to pace This isn’t devotion, it’s a beautiful, jealous disgrace! Verse 2 (Rapped, lower, more dangerous) You showed up at the café where I work the late shift alone Sat in the corner for three hours—didn’t order, just stared at your phone When I asked if you needed something, you flinched like I’d broken a spell Then you muttered “you’re perfect” so quiet I almost caught it in hell. You follow my best friend’s stories, you liked a post from 2018 You send me playlists titled “her” with the songs in between Every unsent message, every “accidental” reply I’m not a person to you—I’m a religion you can’t even try To understand from a distance. You don’t want my laugh or my fight You want the version of me that behaves in your head every night. Bridge (Spoken-sung, like Olivia’s softer moments, then building) What if I told you I have bad days? What if I told you I’m not kind? What if I broke your little image And you realized you left yourself behind? Chorus (Even louder, more unhinged) You don’t get to haunt me just ‘cause you’re scared to be seen! You whisper my name like a secret you kept in the dark But a crush isn’t love—it’s just aiming a gun at your heart! So find a new ghost, find a new hallway to pace— THIS ISN’T DEVOTION, IT’S A BEAUTIFUL, JEALOUS DISGRACE! Outro (Rapped, slowing down, cold) You think shy is sweet. You think quiet is safe. But I’ve seen the way you collect me— Like a doll in a case. So keep your head down. Keep your hands in your sleeves. But understand, boy… The silence is what the wolf believes. Don’t follow me home.