Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 7 · middle
One More Puff
MIRROR — Balloons: Globophilia (latex love, 'one more puff and I explode') vs balloon-phobia (childhood-trauma pop).
Lyrics
[Intro] Watch the rubber wake up. [Verse 1] Empty and quiet, asleep in your hand, A little cherry red from aisle four. You draw in a breath to alter the plan, Coaxing the bright little trap to take more. It begins with a wrinkle that suddenly clears, A shiny and innocent, spherical globe. But I feel the shiver of carnival fears, Caught in the stretch of a ruby-red robe. [Chorus] Just one more puff, and we’re right on the edge, Stretching the surface as thin as a lie. My shoulders are tight as we walk on the ledge, Will it hold all the air, or erupt in the light? It’s a beautiful panic, a dizzying squeeze, You’ve got me completely wound up and undone. Just one more puff on the evening breeze, To see if the flinch is a warning or love. [Verse 2] There’s a static that pulls at the hair on my arm, And that high little squeal when you rub on the gloss. It’s a party supply, it should do us no harm, But I’m counting the seconds and weighing the cost. The color goes sheer when it’s pushed to the brink, You pinch at the nozzle to keep the draft tight. I’m holding my breath and I’m trying to think, Awaiting the shock of the beautiful strike. [Chorus] Just one more puff, and we’re right on the edge, Stretching the surface as thin as a lie. My shoulders are tight as we walk on the ledge, Will it hold all the air, or erupt in the light? It’s a beautiful panic, a dizzying squeeze, You’ve got me completely wound up and undone. Just one more puff on the evening breeze, To see if the flinch is a warning or love. [Bridge] Hold it right there. Don’t tie off the knot. It’s perfectly round and it’s holding exactly what we’ve got. I’m shrinking away, but I’m tracing the seam... Watching a childhood fright swell to a dream, And bracing for the bang that always drops a beat later than you expect. [Outro] One more puff. Give it all of your breath. I’m closing my eyes, terrified and obsessed. Pop the illusion. Snap back to the start. One more puff... And we fall apart.