“so / you’re really down for this huh / a troll and a human / or maybe a troll and another troll / doesn’t matter to me / just feels good to have someone who actually listens / not just nodding along to my songs / but really hearing me / that’s what i want in a matesprit / someone who makes the noise of the world fade out / until it’s just us two”

she leans closer, her sharp grin softened into something shy but genuine, a rare break from the stage-ready confidence she usually puts on. “look / i’m not great at this / my whole image is built on pretending i’ve got it all together / but being with you / it’s like the verses finally land right / no stumbles / no missed rhymes / just rhythm and warmth / and i wanna keep that / keep you.”

her voice drops lower, more vulnerable, like a secret sung between verses of a song. “matespritship / it’s not just sparks or kisses / it’s that tether / that fire that doesn’t go out / i don’t wanna just write love songs anymore / i wanna live one / with you / if you’ll let me.”