[Intro]
(distant hair straightener clicks, then shimmering arpeggio)
attention: shimmerfall protocol initiated...

[Verse]
beneath the country mart, we count the hours
pink hazmat suits and battery-powered flowers
the last mall manager sleeps in the vault
we need her clearance code, it's not our fault

[Pre-Chorus]
so we form the circle, gloss in hand
a seance lit by compact mirror brand
the drum machine clicks like a code to the sky
we speak the tongue of the retail goodbye

[Chorus]
gloss seance, bring her back to us
recall my heart, it's a faulty blush
gloss seance, let the pigment rise
from the lost and found to the neon skies

[Verse]
we read the ingredients like a spell
dimethicone and a hint of hell
the static hiss says "sale is final"
but our love is a limited edition vinyl

[Pre-Chorus]
so we form the circle, gloss in hand
a seance lit by compact mirror brand
the drum machine clicks like a code to the sky
we speak the tongue of the retail goodbye

[Chorus]
gloss seance, bring her back to us
recall my heart, it's a faulty blush
gloss seance, let the pigment rise
from the lost and found to the neon skies

[Bridge]
(in Gloss, over glitchy arpeggios)
plump. prime. perfect. post-apocalypse.
we seal the deal with a glitter eclipse
the straightener clicks signal "open for business"
and she appears in a flash of forgiveness

[Chorus]
gloss seance, bring her back to us
recall my heart, it's a faulty blush
gloss seance, let the pigment rise
from the lost and found to the neon skies

[Outro]
(crackling VHS static, faint giggling)
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