[Verse 1]
In the candle-blooded room where cigarette smoke curled, (low organ, cello hum)
She wore a scarred locket, a crooked laugh like winter pearls.
A moth-eaten shawl, a wine-dark stain upon her sleeve,
She drew me close with crooked light — a story meant to deceive.
I answered with a steady hand, a promise not to hide,
I gave what I was forged from: patient truth and open pride.
(soft electric guitar underlay)
[Pre-Chorus]
I set my honesty like lanterns in her glass-house night,
The light showed every seam and seamstress of her lies.
My quiet faith revealed the rooms she’d hollowed out for show;
My goodness pulled the varnish off the gilded things I know. (low organ swell)
[Chorus]
Too good for her — (refrain) (choir hums)
Too good for her — I watched her pale and turn. (timpani hit)
Too good for her — my hands held out a steady world,
Too good for her — and in that honesty she burned. (strings swell, electric stab)
[Verse 2]
Morning found a note, a crooked comma, cold and brief,
Her cigarette smoke still curled beneath the empty relief.
She took my keyed confessions, folded them into the dark,
Left a crooked smile and a moth-worn shadow of a spark.
I had shown up whole — not polished lies or borrowed charm,
My steadiness exposed the echo of the small and fragile harm. (cellos web)
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I offered up my scarred truth like bread upon the stone,
She tasted it and spat the crust, preferring sugar and the throne.
Where I put kind hands down to heal, she only learned to hide;
My goodness was a mirror that unmasked the hollow tide. (low choir)
[Chorus — Variation]
Too good for her — (refrain) (choir rises)
Too good for her — the hallways swallowed her concern. (timpani roll)
Too good for her — your glass-hearted kingdom could not stand
Against a simple mercy held in an honest man's two hands. (guitar tremolo)
[Bridge] (narrative pivot)
I remember the night I laid my ringbox on the sill — (low organ, swelling strings)
You laughed and traced the scar on the locket — said you’d rather kill
The soft confessions than keep them; said love was just a game.
I kept my voice; I spoke my name; you turned and left in rain. (timpani hit, choir sigh)
It was then I saw the cause: my light laid bare her hollow throne,
She preferred the comfort of her mirrors over a heart of stone.
[Chorus — Climactic]
Too good for her — (refrain, full choir) (timpani, strings crash)
Too good for her — I found my home in truth, she fled the burn.
Too good for her — the truth I gave made every mask fall down,
Too good for her — she walked away and took the crowns. (guitar solo slice)
[Outro]
Now I pace the ruined rooms, where cigarette smoke curls and dies, (fading organ + violin)
Haunted by a crooked laugh that used to keep me warm at night.
A requiem of kindness, a tale of love I could not bend,
Too good for her — and yet my heart must learn to beat again. (soft choir, distant timpani)
(End on a single sustained cello note; choir fades into wind.)
