Lyrics

I got left in the fridge last Thursday
Wrapped in foil next to guilt and cake
I hum with frostbite, dream of daylight
Nobody checks what silence makes

They eat around me, skip my label
“I’ll get to it,” they say, not able
Expiration's just a number
I rot slow while they grow blunter

No one checks on the fridge girl
The cold one, the quiet pearl
Behind the butter, I lose my swirl
Forgotten thing in a spinning world

Light clicks on, but never lands
They want the soda, not my plans
Mold grows like secrets they don’t say
I curl in foil, slip away

What if I was something sweet?
What if they had just… reheated me?
Do leftovers dream of dinner parties?

No one checks on the fridge girl
The cold one, the quiet pearl
Behind the butter, I lose my swirl
Forgotten thing in a spinning world

No one checks on the fridge girl
The one who doesn’t shout or twirl
Left behind like last week’s swirl
I fade in plastic, fridge-girl pearl

Door closes.
Light dies.
Still here.