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You Gave Her My Eyes
(Verse 1)
Used bookstore down on Mercer Street
The way the rain would smell on sun-baked heat
You took her there, I saw it in your post
Standing where we stood, a friendly *ghost*
You bought her tulips, yellow, just the same
And you're teaching her the rules to our own game
A careful carbon copy, traced in ink
Yeah, I wonder if you even have to think.
(Pre-Chorus)
You erased the negatives from every polaroid
Re-shot the scenes to fill your little void
It's biology, a formula you trust
Rebuilding love from fragments and from dust.
(Chorus)
You grew her in a dish from scraps of me
Taught a phantom limb the memory
Of how I bite my lip right when I lie
Of how I love the thunder in the sky
She’s a flawless specimen, I’ll give you that, it’s true
But does she see the world in my specific shade of blue?
You gave her my eyes, but you couldn't give her my mind.
(Verse 2)
Does she get the joke behind your favorite scar?
Does she know the chords to ‘Creep’ on your guitar?
You wrestled with the silence in my bones
But she just validates in easy tones
I saw you traded in my cracked copy of 'The Bends'
For a pristine one, to impress your pristine friends
You cultivate her smile, you manage every test
And hold a mirror up to what you lost and call it best.
(Pre-Chorus)
You wore my absence like an empty coat
Then stitched her in to keep your heart afloat
It's just an impulse, a pathetic, simple drive
A desperate, manic project to keep a feeling alive.
(Chorus)
You grew her in a dish from scraps of me
Taught a phantom limb the memory
Of how I bite my lip right when I lie
Of how I love the thunder in the sky
She’s a flawless specimen, I’ll give you that, it’s true
But does she see the world in my specific shade of blue?
You gave her my eyes, but you couldn't give her my mind.
(Bridge)
You hold her in the dark and trace my favorite stars
The constellations we laid claim to, healing all our scars
She responds to light, a twitch behind the lids
But I'm the one who knows what darkness really did
I'm the one who built the language from the ground
She just mimics back the shape of every sound.
(Outro)
You gave her my eyes...
You gave her my eyes...
But tell me, when you look at her
Does it ever feel like a blur?
Yeah, you gave her my eyes
But you still see with mine.
About The Song
This song translates a profound scientific breakthrough into the deeply personal horror of being replaced. The catalyst was a news story about scientists growing 'mini-brains' that develop rudimentary, light-sensitive eye structures. These organoids can *react* but not *perceive*; they have a function without consciousness. This sparked the central metaphor for "You Gave Her My Eyes": an ex who, in a new relationship, seems to be methodically recreating the specific intimacies of the past. The new partner becomes the 'organoid'—a perfect replica on the surface, performing all the right actions, but lacking the original soul, history, and consciousness of the first relationship. Musically influenced by the narrative-rich, detailed-lyricism of artists like Olivia Rodrigo, the song frames this betrayal not as a passive event, but as an active, almost sinister scientific project by the ex to build a new love from the salvaged parts of the old one. The forbidden word *ghost* is used here intentionally to mean a pale imitation, a specter of a past self being reenacted, which is core to the theme.
Production Notes
Vocals: Main vocal recorded with a sensitive condenser mic (Neumann U87) for a close, intimate, almost-ASMR quality in the verses. Capture the breathy details. In the chorus, layer the main take with two wider-panned takes, one sung an octave higher but mixed low, to create a sense of frantic internal monologue. Use subtle saturation (like a Decapitator plugin) on the chorus vocals to introduce grit and emotional strain.
Arrangement: Verses are driven by a dreamy, arpeggiated synth (like a Prophet-5) and a sparse, low-in-the-mix 808 beat. Pre-chorus should build tension with rising pads and a filtered drum loop that becomes clearer. The chorus needs to explode: the main 808 becomes a powerful, driving rock drumbeat with a sharp snare, and a distorted bass guitar enters to carry the root notes. The dreamy verse synth gets a distorted counterpart layered over it in the chorus.
Mix Automation: The key is dynamic contrast. Automate the master bus to feel significantly louder and wider in the chorus. In the verses, keep everything narrow and centered to create claustrophobia. For the bridge, strip everything back to just a filtered synth pad and the main vocal, making it feel confessional before the final, hard-hitting outro. The outro should decay slowly, with the vocal phrase "You gave her my eyes" repeating with increasing delay and reverb until only the final, dry line "But you still see with mine" remains.
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