CHIME by Dessa Lyric Starters
Change pronouns and titles, adapt dialect accordingly.
âI donât let nobody smoke in here.â âI donât like the quiet, thatâs why you got invited.â âThey used to know me here.â âHavenât used that name in years.â âFaith is a hammer with a book for a handle.â âPeople in power can edit the past.â âStanding on my staircase, all you are is a fire hazard.â âSee how an honest answer shuts down motherfuckers asking trick questions.â âIâm out here, arms wide, hiding nothing.â âIâm the phoenix and the ash.â âHeat finds a way to rise somehow.â âI donât need an agenda; I just tell the truth.â âI got an octave on you and a high kick.â âI donât win them all but Iâd say I take five out of six.â âClockâs running, better glove up.â âI brought a chisel tip to this pencil fight.â âNo luck, just fortified dice.â âIâve been Wendy, living with the Lost Boys.â âGot confused if it was from or to that we were running.â âA woman on her own must be from out of town.â âFunny, you donât know the concessions that youâre making until you catalog em and by then theyâre many and youâre battle-hardened.â âIâm here to file my report as the vixen of the wolf pack.â âTell Patient Zero he can have his rib back.â âYou canât be too broke to break.â âAngels canât watch everybody all the time.â âThat formula works if you can live it, but it works by putting half the world off limits.â âI think a womanâs worth â I think that she deserves â a better line of work than motherfucking vigilance.â âBy definition you canât make a difference if the big ambition is simply standing sentry to your innocence.â âWhat that is is just a life of running fire drills.â âI donât believe my willâs quite free.â âSometimes I ring myself to see if I might chime.â âThey say thereâs good grief but how can you tell it from the bad?â âGood griefâs the one thatâs in your past.â âTime has a funny kind of violence.â âGood grief: Iâve heard people say it. What a phrase, what a state to be in.â âNot much for praying.â âI do my own stunts and my own saving.â âThis time my best wasnât good enough.â âIâm willing to work for this.â âIâm ready to hurt for this.â âI want that good grief, the one that heals me.â âSecrets donât like to be kept.â âIâve been afraid of this so long itâs a relief when it goes wrong.â âI still fall so easily.â âI got foolish, dreaming on a future with you. Like some amateur.â âIf Iâm strong enough to handle this.â âYouâre wrong to leave so soon.â âCanât you just let me call it a crush?â âIt wasnât enough, now was it?â âIâm high strung.â âTalk real fast when I get nervous.â âIâve been as bad as good girls get.â âI donât regret too much just yet.â âI mostly gave more than I got.â âThey say that your heart is the size of your fist â I can tell you first hand I know how that glove fits. It takes your whole life just to teach it two tricks: it beats and it attacks.â âYou live your life between contractions.â âWhat if I could cure me of you?â âMaybe Iâm happier with half of you than Iâd be with clean but empty rooms.â âIâm still the mark you missed.â âI canât remove the screws of my own youth.â âIâd spar another round.â âLooks like I won again.â âIâm not so sure this is the good fight anymore.â âI donât let go.â âI donât give in.â âI donât bow, I donât bend.â âI wonât say no.â âI wonât say when.â âI fold for no one.â âI always win.â âSay when.â âPoured a little bourbon out for you.â âI know I should feel lucky but Iâm just feeling spent.â âLast thing you said was youâd be watching out for me and we both know that I donât believe that to be true.â âI keep your diamond ring on my necklace.â âI don't keep much close to my chest.â âI hope Iâm wrong.â















