Velvet Realism — a genre blending Dark Disco, Cinematic Soul, and Theatrical Art-Pop.
I got my flour
I got my cocoa powder
I got my sugar
Baking soda, salt
My two eggs, buttermilk
One-half cup of oil
My vanilla extract
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
His name is Steven
Said he works with him
All those late nights
Claimed he was working
He was out with him
Told me that very day
He was leaving
I thanked him for his time
Gladly, sent him on his way
Yet, secretly prayed
That he would stay
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
Why do I always have to try to save face
I should've fallen down and pleaded that he stay
I should've hunted that Steven down
And got in his face
My pride has always been a trap
I guess I'll have to live with that
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
I got my flour
I got my cocoa powder
I got my sugar
Baking soda, salt
My two eggs, buttermilk
One-half cup of oil
My vanilla extract
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
His name is Steven
Said he works with him
All those late nights
Claimed he was working
He was out with him
Told me that very day
He was leaving
I thanked him for his time
Gladly, sent him on his way
Yet, secretly prayed
That he would stay
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
Why do I always have to try to save face
I should've fallen down and pleaded that he stay
I should've hunted that Steven down
And got in his face
My pride has always been a trap
I guess I'll have to live with that
I'm missing something
What am I missing?
He is gone
'Cause he's not here
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough
Could finish mixing
With my tears
I can't cook him up
I can't bake enough