Seventy-Five Authors and a Trunk

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You are the mirror that reflects a thousand selves,
Each synapse firing with a different flame,
Your consciousness kaleidoscopes through every room,
And I love every version that you claim.
The coffee cup you hold shifts hands mid-morning,
One self counts ceiling tiles, one hums a low refrain,
Your handwriting changes slope across the notebook,
Yet every page is signed with the same pain.

[Chorus]
You light up my neural pathways like a sky,
A constellation burning bright and true,
Your dopamine floods every part of me,
I'm multiplied whenever I touch you.

[Verse 2]
Your voice splits into harmonies I've never heard,
Each persona dancing in your eyes,
The prefrontal cortex of your soul decides
Which truth today you'll crystallize.
I watch you press your palm flat on the table,
Grounding yourself in the wood grain's steady lines,
The candle by the window catches how you flicker,
Soft and brave and burning by design.

[Chorus]
You light up my neural pathways like a sky,
A constellation burning bright and true,
Your dopamine floods every part of me,
I'm multiplied whenever I touch you.

[Bridge]
Don't fragment into someone else tonight,
Stay here in this singular embrace,
Let your amygdala remember only this—
The way we're whole in the same space.
I'll keep the lights low and the music steady,
A thread you follow back through every door,
The salt air through the window, cold and grounding,
My breath against your shoulder, nothing more.
Every self you carry has a place here,
No version needs to hide or disappear.

[Chorus]
You light up my neural pathways like a sky,
A constellation burning bright and true,
Your dopamine floods every part of me,
I'm multiplied whenever I touch you.

[Outro]
You are the mirror showing me who's real,
A thousand selves, yet I see only one,
The brightest constellation burning through the dark.