Skull’s a padded cell, lined with panic
Each thought ricochets off the bone
Brain's swollen with static
But I’m trapped here, alone

The pressure builds behind my temples
Jaw tight, eyes twitch, neck sore
Every whisper turns violent
Then loops back louder than before

I blink but the images stay
Thoughts like fists that won’t decay
This isn’t noise, it’s a drill
Boring into me against my will

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Tension winding tight from the inside up
Skull cracking from the fight I breathe
Trying to scream through locked teeth

Can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a pressure I can’t drop

Sinuses swell with rage
Forehead pulsing red
Every idea’s a jackhammer
Breaking peace inside my head

The crown of me’s gone sour
My cortex coils like wire
My brainstem’s burning hours
Fueling thoughts I can't retire

I chew on silence, grind it down
But even quiet starts to pound
Every nerve’s a fuse that’s lit
Inside this cranium I can’t quit

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Each throb a verdict I’m unworthy of
Tension locked in my frontal lobe
Clenched so hard, I implode

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked in a brain that forgot how to drop

There’s a war behind my forehead
A riot under skin
No one sees the bruising
But I’m breaking deep within

My temples count the seconds
In pulses loud and grim
If thoughts could leave bruises
My skull would cave in

My thoughts have me in a chokehold I can’t tap out of
Clawing through my brain like it's not enough
Nerves snapping like rubber bands
Cranium cracked by my own hands

Can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t make it stop
Headlocked, and it’s all I’ve got

My mind is the cage
My skull is the lock
I built this pressure
Now I can’t make it stop

Headlocked

Mama’s got that faraway look
Lipstick smudged on picture books
Microwave meals, TV laughs
While I hide my wrappers in the trash

Told me I was her little treat
Chocolate cheeks and sticky feet
But bedtime came and so did screams
The kind that echo into dreams

She said, “Don’t worry, love, I’m fine”
Then bit her nails down past the line

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She’d break me off, then break again
Trade my silence for pretend
I smiled like sugar on her tongue
But every snap undid the fun
Wrapped me up in store-bought hugs
Then left me melting in the rug

She used to hum my lullabies
Now she just stares with candy eyes
Red foil dreams on paper plates
I learned young how sugar breaks

Cartons piled beside her bed
Crumbs like words she never said
She loved me best when I was still
When I stayed sweet and didn’t spill 

The couch became a second grave
Where all her broken KitKats stayed

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
She bit the parts that made me whole
Then blamed me when I didn’t fold
A treat she’d save then throw away
When pain returned and skies turned gray
She snapped my love like candy wood
And said, “You’ll heal. You always should.”

Snap, snap—can you hear it now?
The sound of love that’s not allowed
I crumbled quiet in her lap
She kissed my cheek, then took her nap

KitKats—
I was just a KitKat—
Sweet enough to split, too easy to forget
Now the foil’s torn, and I can see
I was a snack, not family
She left me half in plastic wrap
A sugar kid in her relapse
Not broken—just uneaten yet
Still waiting for what love forgets

Snap me once, I don’t resist
Snap me twice, I cease to exist
Put me back in silver sleeves
Say I’m sweet, then let me leave

I was just a KitKat...
And you never finished me.

KitKats

Skin 2 Skin

Dear Listener,

This record is my love letter wrapped in honey. At first, it melts—warm, golden, almost too sweet to believe. But as it lingers, the edges sharpen, and what was once soft begins to sting. The Honeycomb Aftertaste is about that kind of love: the kind you crave, the kind that clings, the kind you still taste long after it’s gone. Every song is a page from that letter, written in sweetness and sealed with the bitterness of what remains.

Yours,
The Honeycomb Aftertaste

Gilded Silence

I’m Fine, Right?? is an intimate dive into the unspoken chaos behind the words we say to convince the world—and ourselves—that everything is okay. Layered with raw emotion, haunting melodies, and moments of stark vulnerability, the album explores the tension between outward composure and internal struggle. Each track peels back a layer of denial, anxiety, and quiet desperation, blending vulnerability with defiance, sadness with moments of sharp, piercing clarity. It’s a sonic reflection of what it means to feel unseen, unheard, and misunderstood, yet still try to keep moving forward—questioning constantly, “Am I really fine… or am I just pretending?”

How Do I Rest?

I make songs for fun, mixing sweet sounds with real stories. Just being me, no filter.

How Do I Rest?

maevenoireofficial

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