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“Fish on a Platter” — dark-folk, confessional, gothic.
A confession carved from the quiet violence of emotional domination. It traces a love that demands silence, erases identity, and calls obedience devotion. The narrator becomes a décor item, a sacrifice, a fixture that exists to make someone else feel whole — until the truth surfaces: some relationships don’t nurture; they consume. At its heart, it’s a song about reclaiming voice from the jaws of manipulation, naming the cruelty hidden under tenderness, and stepping out of the dark where convenience once disguised itself as love.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

Would I look better if I saw you with another man
just sipping my coffee like nothing was planned
Would that give you peace, tie the knot you forgot?
Would that make you happy, your smile feeling clever,
or chemo my cancer while calling it “never”?

Would I look better if I wore a red tie when I’m dead,
so the crowd could pretend they admired me instead?
Would the diggers work harder to bury my pride,
would that help you cry before someone else’s side?
Would it earn me a tear, just one final regret,
before you run warm to the next silhouette?

Would I look better if I vanished in a winter of black,
with your books full of rules you keep quoting back
stories of love you recite like a rite,
never once followed them, never got them right.
Would fading to nothing bring you some relief,
or sharpen the blade of your slurred belief?

Would you like some tea, or morphine instead?
I could save a few pills to quiet your head.
To soften that smile that never was mine,
You look better naked,
when it’s dark inside.

Would you feel better if I held the line,
bleeding politely to keep you divine?
Would I look better?
Would I look strange?

I know you think of me when morning appears,
in another bed, with a mind full of gears.
The postcard is empty, but still you pretend
that a ghost in the doorway could ever amend.
You love me the most when I’m silent and still,
a fish on a platter you serve for your will.

You want me to leave so the garbage goes out,
so the rent doesn’t rise, so there’s no room for doubt.
So the pet that you keep with your sorrows and pain
won’t wander or bite or slip off its chain.
You love me in theory, in practice you don’t
but losing convenience is something you won’t.

Would you look better if I stayed and complied,
dying politely, decay dignified?
Would you shine brighter if I dimmed out of view—
a shadow dissolving to make room for you?
Tell me, would you look perfect, finally free,
if all that was left in the world was not me?

Would you like some tea, or morphine instead?
I could save a few pills to quiet your head.
To soften that smile that never was mine,
You look better naked,
when it’s dark inside.

Would you feel better if I held the line,
bleeding politely to keep you divine?

Would I look better?
Would I look strange?

Fish on a Platter

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