Lyrics

[Verse 1 ]
I’m a little teapot, short and Fucking stout
But don’t mistake what I’m about
My handle’s cracked, my spout is worn
I’ve held the heat since I was born

[Verse 2 ]
Tip me over, watch me fucking scream
I’m not the toy from childhood dream
I boil with rage, I steam with grief
I’m porcelain wrapped around belief

[Chorus]
Boiling point, the rhyme is torn
From nursery shelf to crown of thorn
Boiling point, the steam won’t lie
I tip, I spill, I burn, I cry

[SOLO]

[Verse 3 ]
They filled me up with silent fucking pain
With whispered lies and sugar strain
They stirred too hard, they poured too fast
And now I shatter when I’m asked

[Verse 4]
I’m not just quaint, I’m not just fucking sweet
I’m pressure sealed beneath deceit
I’m ritual, I’m cracked design
I’m what you sip when truth’s malign

[Chorus]
Boiling point, the rhyme is torn
From nursery shelf to crown of thorn
Boiling point, the steam won’t lie
I tip, I spill, I burn, I cry

[Chorus]
Boiling point, the tale goes cold
But still I pour what can’t be told
Boiling point, the teacup breaks
And all that’s left is what it takes

[Bridge]
I wasn’t just a teapot bright
I held the dark, I held the fight
And when they tipped me one last time
I spilled the truth beneath the rhyme