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MADE IT WORSE ON PURPOSE lyrics
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Intro
Two percent battery, five senses in the group chat Front camera cracked, nobody came to fix that Sight typed, "Roll call. Which sense wrecked the evening?" I tapped Record before they started speaking
Verse 1
Sight joined in high definition, screenshot folder loaded "Hearing is a podcast where the facts get outvoted You hear one chair scrape, call the room a stampede Taste buys red sauce for the color, not the heat Touch hugs any button labeled DO NOT PRESS Smell finds one old sock and opens an inquest Yes, I crop my misses till my record looks terrific But when I say I saw it, at least my lie is specific"
Chorus
I made it worse on purpose Tap-tap, send, then closed the curtains Five senses, five witnesses Nobody minding their business I made it worse on purpose Then cropped out who started it
Verse 2
Hearing dropped three voice notes wearing one trench coat "Sight got twenty lenses, missed the point in every photo Taste calls gossip tea, then says it has no flavor Touch keeps typing paragraphs and sending them to strangers I catch the whisper three doors before confession Then turn a private sigh into a public press session Call me rumor with rhythm; I can own that little habit I misheard 'please be quiet' as 'go ahead and add ad-libs'"
Verse 3
Taste took the serving spoon and used it for a microphone "Sight audits dinner like the plate owes back rent Hearing calls it juicy when the source says 'alleged' Touch orders comfort, sends the check to self-respect Smell says milk is finished like a tiny coroner Then wants applause for knowing two days sooner I kissed a bad idea and asked the chef for it twice If regret comes sugar-coated, I consider that a spice"
Chorus
I made it worse on purpose Tap-tap, send, then closed the curtains Five senses, five witnesses Nobody minding their business I made it worse on purpose Then cropped out who started it
Verse 4
Touch pressed Send with one finger pleading innocence "Sight screenshots chemistry, then asks where the feeling went Hearing dates a ringtone; Taste put a ring on cake Smell gets homesick from a hoodie that was never even yours I held a grudge so long it learned my lock-screen code Hugged the velvet rope because it looked alone Yes, I touched the red button; red matched my shoes The sign said DO NOT TOUCH - I thought it needed views"
Bridge
Who put the phone on Record? Sight said, "Check the glass" Who cued the beat beneath us? Hearing heard it last Who salted all the punchlines? Taste said, "Not enough" Who kept one hand on Upload? Touch said, "Ask the thumb"
Verse 5
Smell came in quiet, no avatar, no pose "I knew this chat was staged from the borrowed cologne Sight saw the cracked glass, Hearing caught the clicks Taste sampled the bait, Touch fell for the trick Who named it Damage Control before there was damage? Who put a beat beneath us, then kept filming the panic? Five senses made a mess; here is the piece you edited: You wanted one more clip, then let the senses take the credit"
Chorus
I made it worse on purpose Tap-tap, send, put proof in motion Five senses, five witnesses Sixth one begging for attention I made it worse on purpose Then left my name off the caption
Outro
I cropped out my finger, but the glass kept the print I made it worse on purpose; now the caption finally fits
Inside the recording
Two percent battery, five senses in the group chat Front camera cracked, nobody came to fix that
I made it worse on purpose Tap-tap, send, then closed the curtains
I cropped out my finger, but the glass kept the print I made it worse on purpose; now the caption finally fits
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