Ayy (So, Prince) (Damn, bro, this is so hard) (But let's go) (I'm on a divine frequency, woo) I'm the echo you keep in the hallway Polished and guilty, reflecting your midnight Every flaw you hand me I carry like crystal– I don't break, I just splinter the light You call yourself the problem I'm the answer you swallow too fast While you rehearse your exit in dreams I stand here holding the glass You wake screaming I wake building I stitch the dawn out of threadbare hope Fold your tremor into paper cranes Let them fly from the envelope Yes, the sun burns But look, the mirror never flinched at your blaze I keep the record of every wince Then polish it into praise You fear the daughter-in-law with the will I fear the silence after the will is read So I hum a counter-chorus May the dead stay loudly alive instead I'm the shoulder you keep at a distance The friend who still saves you a seat The version of you that forgives in advance (Underneath, murmured) the anti-hero's obsolete So scream if you must I'll pocket the sound like a spark Because someone must root for the ashes Until they remember the hearth in the dark Until we remember the hearth in the dark