I love this song sm one of my favs from PORTALS

portals unrelased and released (some are not the same song but yknow i tried

Can't sleep, I won't eat
You're perishing before me
I'm panicked and rot at the core

Your words, they still haunt me
Like shadows on the concrete
The pain spreads like vines in my bones

Don't tell me that you're gone far away like that
I thought the distance was a string that would lead us back
Now I'm in the middle contemplating what my fickle
Heart really gained from the way that I left it with you

Death has come, it knocks on my door like a stalker
Don't answer, answer
My ego won, I'd put the pieces back but I burned all my chances

Took our time for granted, oh
The knife keeps twisting
So much I'm regretting, oh
Next time, I'll listen

I hide in your corners, peak over your shoulders
It's strange how you're missing me now

Heart's breaking 'cause I'm gone far away like that
You thought the distance was a string that would lead us back
Now you're in the middle contemplating what your fickle
Heart really gained from the way that you left it with me

Death has come, it knocks on my door like a stalker
Don't answer, answer
My ego won, I'd put the pieces back but I burned all my chances

Took our time for granted, oh
The knife keeps twisting
So much I'm regretting, oh
Next time, I'll listen

Death V2

Get me, get me out
I can't stand the mirror
I hear all of my skeletons calling my name
Judge me like a Catholic priest at confession
And give me your blessing to break through the void

You're so jealous and possessive
Passive and aggressive
Paranoid and obsessive
You are, you are, you are
Indecisive, pick your lovers like your vices
Yeah, you're always self-righteous
You are, you are, you are 

Never meant to hurt no one, no one, no one
Sorry for the things I've done, I'm done, I'm done
Please let me out of this room
Can't be alone with my thoughts no more
Think I got a key but I don't see a door, oh-oh

Get me, get me out
I can't stand the mirror
I hear all of my skeletons calling my name
Judge me like a Catholic priest at confession
And give me your blessing to break through the void

You're so motherfucking greedy
Always stealing from the needy
Break hearts so freely
You are, you are, you are
Fake and cynical, so hypocritical
'Cause you fall so fast and you always get attached
And you cut 'em all out with no trouble at it 

Never meant to hurt no one, no one, no one
Sorry for the things I've done, I'm done, I'm done
Please let me out of this room
Can't be alone with my thoughts no more
Think I got a key but I don't see a door, oh-oh

Get me, get me out
I can't stand the mirror
I hear all of my skeletons calling my name
Judge me like a Catholic priest at confession
And give me your blessing to break through the void

Void

DEATH

VOID

PORTALS

LIGHT SHOWER

WOMB

TUNNEL VISION

MOON CYCLE

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

NYMPHOLOGY

POWDER

MILK OF THE SIREN

VOID (Sped Up Version)

Favourite Toy

Cold morning, return desk blinking like a lighthouse
She stands with a sweater the color of sour decisions
green that vibrates against her skin
Her aunt said it made her glow
but it mostly made her itch in philosophical ways
She hands it over gently
as if surrendering one of those
unwanted wonders
that arrive wrapped in love but stitched in misjudgment

Next in line: the man with the future in a box
A smart toaster that sent him inspirational quotes at 3 a.m.
all while burning bread with perfect confidence
It promised lifestyle integration
it integrated only with dust and disappointment
He shrugs, resets his expectations
and the clerk nods
both of them quietly acknowledging
the unwanted wonders tech keeps inventing for them

A father carries a robot dog
whose bark loops on one eternal, existential note
like it's questioning the meaning of fetch
His kid cried because
"it doesn't love us back"
He didn't know how to explain
that some things never can
The clerk scans it like a memorial ritual
another small addition
to the shelf of unwanted wonders
that couldn't simulate affection convincingly enough

She returns a self-help book
with ten steps, each louder than the last
Step one told her to embrace possibility
Step two told her to transcend limitations
By step three she was already done with the sermon
She isn't broken-just allergic to imperatives
The clerk whispers, "Same"
their solidarity soft
their refund an act of rebellion
against yet another unwanted wonder
promising upgrades to the soul

Then comes the old man
with a gift card to a store he can't pronounce
the kind that sells ethically curated objects
for lives lived very far from his
He says he'd trade it all
for a phone call from his daughter
The clerk stops
Really stops
Gives him cash instead
and wishes he gets something
that isn't an unwanted wonder this year

Closing time
A bin of returns glows under dull fluorescent light
a quiet museum of misfired intentions
People walk out lighter
refund slips in pockets
carrying only what survived the season
the hope that next year
we'll give fewer unwanted wonders
and more of whatever warmth
we still remember how to share

Unwanted Wonders

Melanie Martinez's creative drive and talents have always distinguished her from other musicians. After releasing her platinum-certified 2015 debut album, Cry Baby—which reached No. 1 on Billboard's alternative albums chart and has amassed over two billion streams worldwide —she conceived and directed a video for each song on the album. These mini-movies traced the traumas and insecurities experienced by the album's character, Cry Baby.
 
Melanie’s sophomore album and film, K-12, is another ambitious triumph. K-12's music is a vibrant and singular melting pot of low-key hip-hop, soulful pop and indie-leaning electro. K-12's universe is an expansion of the one introduced in Cry Baby. Using lyrics rich with metaphor, songs address the struggle to find a place to belong—including within friendships, the physical world and romantically—even when fitting into society feels like an uphill battle.
 
To accompany the album, Martinez wrote and directed a 90-minute movie (also called K-12) that incorporates the album's music and mirrors the themes and characters introduced. Filmed on location in Budapest, Hungary, the movie focuses on Cry Baby (portrayed by Martinez) and a class of students who find themselves trapped in a horror house-like residential school. As they experience the usual grade school rites of passage—a lunch room food fight, the embarrassment of gym class, a romance with nefarious intentions, courses taught by checked-out teachers— they have to figure out a way to escape.

BATTLE OF THE LARYNX

Melanie Martinez

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