Quiet Backstage: A Series of Lippa Oneshots

uncredited // a song for abby

It was a white wine
Wednesday night
When I learned that fame
Came with a cost

As concrete hardened
Underneath your fingertips
The world seemed to
Stop.

What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
If I end up uncredited
Will you accept the awards for me?

It was a Shirley Temple
Saturday night
When I learned that the press
Really does have power.

As the door shut in your
Foreign hotel room
The world seemed too
Quiet.

What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
If I end up uncredited
Will you accept the awards for me?

You came home on a
Mimosa Monday night.
Raw voice.
Wrecked clothes.
Ruined name.

I spent the next Lager
Late nights
Crafting you armour
That would end up
Being made of
Platinum

So if I end up uncredited
Will you accept the awards for me?

~~~~~

Highkey started as a song for abbydancesx, ended up as a slam poem-esque vent about...take a guess :)

P.S. if anyone actually puts this to music and sings it somehow, I will cry