I gave truth when you wanted quiet. Almost me… almost real… but never seen.” Soft piano. Sharp ache. A voice fading from the frame.  

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Ghost Of Who I Could’ve Been

A fever I can’t sweat out. A whisper I scream about. This is Out of My Head — raw, loud, and bleeding. 

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Out Of My Head

THE CALIBRATION SONG | Dark Pop / Synth-R&B Anthem. This track captures the cognitive breakdown of gaslighting. Featuring sharp, insistent drum machines, unsettling electronic arpeggios, and a final defiant female vocal. Listen to the system reboot. #CoerciveControl #DarkPop #SynthRnb #TheCalibrationSong. 

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

The Calibration Song

Stay Out Of My Mix: Dropped the diamond, found the deliverance. This is what happens when you trade your white dress for an AC/DC tee and turn the volume up past ten. Rock-Country therapy for the done and dusted. 🤘 © 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Stay Out Of My Mix

(Gritty mid-tempo alt-rock version)

[Intro – Instrumental]
(Low guitar hum, soft snare taps, air thick with smoke.)

---

[Verse 1, spoken word]
You said you found somebody new—
Said it soft, like that makes it true.
Packed your bags, shut the door slow,
Left your echo in the radio.

---

[Pre-Chorus]
Heard your tires fade down the street,
Maybe now I can fucking breathe.


---

[Chorus]
Thanks for the break—yeah, it's about time,
Silence hits sweeter than your wine.
No more late nights, no fake fights,
No more maybe when you feel right.

Thanks for the space—look what it gave me,
A pulse, a spark, a life that saved me.
Your goodbye was you best move yet,
So no hard feelings—just no regrets.


---

[Verse 2]
Slept till noon, sheets on the floor,
Did some self-care, went back for more.
Called my girls, booked a flight,
Might change my name come Friday night.

You liked me quiet, neat, and sweet—
I like me loud with messy sheets.
You called it love, but its haunted,
Only saw me when you wanted (pause for effect)
some of this



---

[Chorus 2]
Thanks for the break—what a gift, my dear.
Weight’s off my chest, can you hear that cheer?
No more eggshell dreams or shrinking small,
I’m out here laughing—through it all.


---

[Bridge – Half-Time Drop]
You thought I’d break, crawl, beg for more,
Baby, I’ve been bored before.
Needed room to rise, now I see sky,
And you’re still grounded, wondering why.


---

[Final Chorus – Full Drive]
Thanks for the break—you nailed one thing right.
Took your love, got back my life.
No more guilt trips, no cold hands,
I’m wide awake—got my own plans.

Thanks for the break—now I’m wide awake,
And darling, I’ve got dreams to chase.
You worry I'll be lonely at all …
(laughs, maniacally)
I know just who to call.


---

[Outro – Amp hiss fades, faint laugh echoes]

Thanks For the Break

[Verse 1]
Thanksgiving Day, full house, full speed,
Kids underfoot, grown-ups in the weeds.
The women said, “We’ve got the food,”
“Y’all go make yourselves feel useful too.”
So football, news, the usual drill—
But I slipped off just to sit and chill.
Clicked the remote, found a rom-com startin’—
Cusack, Beckinsale... okay, I’m not heartless.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then one guy walks in, “What’s this scene?”
I shrug, “She’s cute.” He says, “I’m keen.”
Five minutes later, there’s six of us there—
On the couch, in a trance, pretending not to care.

[Chorus]
We said it’s just a movie, just killin’ time,
But no one moved when it hit that line.
She came back for her jacket, snow in her hair,
And we all leaned in like it wasn’t fair.
We blamed the actress, we blamed the heat,
But really, we just wanted something sweet.
A moment that said, “You still get me.”
That’s serendipity.

[Verse 2]
The food was hot, the girls called twice,
But we were frozen in that New York night.
Glassy-eyed guys in hoodies and jeans,
Tears? Nah—just... dry air on the screen.
The girls walked in, and rolled their eyes,
Said, “Y’all cryin’ at a rom-com? What a surprise.”
We flexed, we laughed, said, “Nah, not quite...”
But they knew the truth—and we kinda liked it.

[Chorus]
We said it’s just a movie, just killin’ time,
But none of us blinked when love got its line.
She came back for her jacket, found more than that,
And we all caught feelings and won’t admit that.
We blamed the actress, blamed the tea,
But really, we just needed to believe
That someone might wait, might turn, might see—
That’s serendipity.

[Bridge – spoken-sung, smirk in the voice]
No deep talk, no group hug scene,
Just a bunch of men feelin’ all the things.
Turkey got cold, but our hearts got warm,
All because of a movie none of us had on.

[Final Chorus – full voices, tambourine vibes]
We said it’s just a movie, just passin’ through,
But it hit a little harder than we meant it to.
She came back for her jacket, like fate on cue—
And maybe that’s what we hope someone might do.
We blamed the actress, blamed TV,
But really... we all wanna be seen.
Even flannel guys on Thanksgiving.
That’s serendipity.


Serendipity

[Verse 1] Your shadow hits the hall before you do, Actin’ like the storm you brought was normal too. You wipe your boots on everything I am, Like I’m the porch you land on when your world won’t stand. 

[Pre-Chorus] I swore last time I wouldn’t let you in, But you say my name and my ribs cave in. 

[Chorus] But NOT AGAIN— (NO, NOT AGAIN!) I’m done. I’m done taking what I’m told, done buying all the lies you sold. NOT AGAIN— warmth don’t rise from cold. (Screamed) NOT AGAIN— --- 

[Verse 2] You smile small, like you remember me, Just enough to pick the lock emotionally. You ask if I’ve been “doing okay,” Then look around like you might stay. 

[Pre-Chorus] But I’ve learned your kindness has a timer set, And I won’t be here for your next regret. 

[Chorus] But NOT AGAIN— (NO, NOT AGAIN!) I’m done. I’m done taking what I’m told, done buying all the lies you sold. NOT AGAIN— warmth don’t rise from cold. NOT AGAIN—

 [Bridge] My hands still shake, my lips still burn, God help me, part of me still turns toward you when you breathe my name— but wanting you just isn’t the same as letting you destroy me. 

[Final Chorus – rising fire] But NOT AGAIN— (NO, NOT AGAIN!) I’m done. I’m done taking what I’m told, done buying all the lies you sold. NOT AGAIN— warmth don’t rise from cold. NOT AGAIN— I’m just done hoping warmth can crawl out of the cold. 

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Not Again

jbrown784

3:04 / 3:04

Not Again by jbrown784 | Suno



Not Again

[Verse 1]

You come in swingin’ like a busted trapeze,
Actin’ like your chaos is a chronic disease.
You want me juggling all the mess you made—
Sorry, babe, this carnival don’t run on unpaid rage.

[Pre-Chorus]

I used to jump when you cracked that whip,
But I’m not your act, I’m not your trick.

[Chorus]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
You want a keeper— "well, find one, bro"
I’m not the girl you call on tour.
Your whole circus can implode—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!

[Verse 2]

You throw bananas at your own damn wall,
Then act surprised when I don’t catch ‘em all.
I’m not your safety net or trampoline—
"I won’t bust my balls so you can land clean."

[Pre-Chorus]

You tried to hand me your clown parade,
But I’m out the tent— debt unpaid.

[Chorus]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
You want a keeper— "well, find one, bro"
I’m not the girl you call on tour.
Your whole circus can implode—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!.

[Bridge – fast, shouted]

I’m not your ringmaster, I’m not your ride,
I’m not your therapy on the side.
Go spin your plates, go tame your cats—
I’m done babysitting acrobats.

[Final Chorus – double tempo]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
Take your chaos... time to go,
I’m locking up my own damn door.
If you see me on the road—
don’t you dare try to unload—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!

[outro, mocking hybrid spoken-song]
Not my circus,
not my monkeys,
not gonna fix this —
so get off your knees.

Not my monkey.
Stop the show.

Not My Monkey

[Verse 1]

I lived my life like i was an electric arc,
Thought I knew fire, thought I lit up the dark.
Then you showed up like a fuse in my veins,
Now my whole damn system keeps forgetting its name.

[Pre-Chorus]

I tell myself I’m calm, I swear I’ll stay composed,
But every time you're near, something underneath explodes.

[Chorus]

Distortion— you set me off like a live grenade,
Heat climbing places I don’t dare explain.
I tell myself I’m holding back—
but man, the second you lean in,
I’m doing things I can’t take back.


[Verse 2]

I go days pretending I’m steady and fine,
But every quiet moment pulls you into my mind.
I think I’ll hold my ground when you walk through the door—
Then your hands find me and I’m not fine anymore.

Something deep inside me starts shaking without shame,
And I do things I swear I’d never say by name.



[Pre-Chorus]

I try to keep my cool, but I can’t fake the calm—
You hit me like a tremor running straight through my palms.


[Chorus — repeat]

Distortion— you set me off like a live grenade,
Heat climbing places I don’t dare explain.
I tell myself I’m holding back—
but God, the second you lean in,
I’m doing things I can’t take back.


[Bridge]

I’m buzzing, I’m buzzing—
I can’t keep from shaking.
My heartbeat’s stumbling—
my breath keeps breaking.
I think of you and everything goes red—
God help me when you’re in my head.


---[Final]

Distortion— melt me till I can’t stand straight,
Every pulse you spark I can’t recreate.
My rhythm’s shot, my signal blown—
you touch me once and I’m not my own.
Distortion— I lose myself and don’t say no—
I want the fire, let it grow.

Distortion

[Intro]

[Verse 1 — machine-gun cadence]

Woke up, no sleep, coffee’s cold, car late,
Emails stacked, bills due, daycare, tailgate.
Dropped keys, spilled lunch, ran red, heart crash,
Boss texts, dog pukes, missed call, no cash.
School notes, cracked phone, sprinting, still trying,
Mom calls, “quick favor,” sure—now I’m dying.
Dishes, deadlines, meetings, repairs,
My whole damn life is a fire I wear---

(heh, and it's just Tuesday---)

[Pre]

And babe you stroll in like your world’s on fire—
because someone told you “hold please” for just a little while.

[Chorus]

So go ahead babe, put up your feet,
You’ve had a hard day spinning in your seat.
Tell me all about that phone call that wasn’t fair,
Me? I’ll carry every other thing you swear’s “not there.”
Yeah baby, I can take the hit, I can run the race—
but don’t be shocked tomorrow if you don’t see my face.
I need one damn day without your blank stare—
just give me time spinning in my chair.


---

⭐ [Verse 2 — new wave of chaos, still Tuesday]

Tire’s low, fridge leaks, texts beep, kids fight,
Traffic jam, late fee, wrong form, rewrite.
Printer jammed, screen froze, laptop meltdown,
Lost receipt, flat shoe, sweat stains, countdown.
Grocery bags, burnt toast, change plans, refuel,
Thermostat, plumber, PTO, carpool.
Still breathing? maybe. sanity? rare—
and babe… it’s STILL Tuesday, I swear.

[Pre]

And you walk in sighing like you’re crushed and wrecked—
because your coworker “didn’t show enough respect.”

[Chorus]

So go ahead babe, put up your feet,
You’ve had a hard day spinning in your seat.
Tell me all about that phone call that wasn’t fair,
Me? I’ve been juggling flaming chainsaws in the air.
Yeah baby, I can take the hit, I can run the race—
but don’t be shocked tomorrow if I need some space.
I’m not your mule, your maid, or your spare—
just give me time spinning in my chair.


---

⭐ [Bridge — low and dangerous]

I get you, but damn,
I’ve been carrying storms.
You crack at breezes,
I bend to reform.
I show up, stand up,
fight through the wear—
but even hurricanes
need their own air.


---

⭐ [Final Chorus — screamed]

So go ahead babe, recline like a king,
Cry ‘bout your meeting and every small thing.
I’ve done a week’s work before noon with no flair—
and somehow you’re proud you “survived” a swivel chair.
Yeah baby, I can take the hit, but I won’t stay there—
tomorrow I’m gone—
I’ll be spinning in MY chair.



Not Again

Jeremy Brown

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