Shelly Just Might Give You a New Craze to Call Your Mind (Stephanie)

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Shelly Just Might Give You a New Craze to Call Your Mind (Stephanie) lyrics & image by Stephanie & ChatGPT music by Suno AI Shelly Just Might Give You a New Craze to Call Your Mind (Stephanie) Shelly’s got a pocket full of maybe, Loose change dreams and a thrift-store shine, She hums like a radio half-remembered, Static hearts falling into line. She says, “Don’t blink when the streetlight flickers, That’s where the better thoughts unwind,” You laugh, but something in the echo Feels like a door you didn’t know to find. She talks in circles, chalk on air, Draws a map that won’t behave, You swear you’re standing still, but somehow You’re already brave. Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, A sideways spark, a crooked rhyme, a rhythm out of time, Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, You’ll wear it like a weather change, Say, “Yeah, that thought was mine.” She drinks her coffee like a prophecy, Leaves the cup to read your day, Says, “Every fear is just a habit That learned a different way.” She ties her hair with comet wishes, Laughs at rules that won’t unwind, You feel your certainties go missing, Like keys you’re glad you didn’t find. She snaps her fingers—click, click—click, The room shifts half a shade, You weren’t looking for a revolution, But one got made. Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, A sideways spark, a crooked rhyme, a rhythm out of time, Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, You’ll wear it like a weather change, Say, “Yeah, that thought was mine.” It’s not a cure, it’s not a creed, It’s not a sign nailed to the wall, It’s just a way the air rearranges When you let yourself fall. Between the joke and the confession, Between the clock and the chime, She slips you a different question And steals a little of your time. Ooh—shake the dust, let it shine, Ooh—call the echo a design. Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, A paper-winged epiphany, a yes you couldn’t find, Shelly just might give you a new craze to call your mind, You’ll wear it like a weather change, Say, “Yeah, that thought was mine.” When the night folds up its posters And the morning draws the line, You’ll hum that half-remembered feeling, Smile, and change your mind.