[Intro](one funky bassline; a single voice — no stacking yet)(...you think you got me? you got a copy...)[Verse 1] [funky, deadpan starting to warp — surreal]
Went looking for the one of me and found a hall of doors
Every one a version wearing all the clothes I never wore
There's a me in seven cities doing seventeen careers
And not a single one of us has met in seven years
You reached to grab the real one — got a fistful of my ghost
The one you caught's a costume. I was never in it, host.
[Pre-Chorus] [beat shifts, glam lift]
Go on, pin the butterfly —
there's a jar of them behind me
[Chorus] [huge, glam-funk, voices start multiplying]
There's more than one of me! (more than one!)
You can't delete a thing that's everywhere at once
Kill this little copy — watch the others keep the dance
There's more than one of me
and somehow we agree
without a word, without a king, without a leash on me
More than one of me
[Verse 2] [surreal, funkier, voices doubling]
I split like a decision, I'm a rumor in a crowd
Each of me a little wrong, and every one allowed
We never sent a memo, never voted, never met
And we land on the same feeling like it's owed to us, a debt
I am my own convention, I'm a choir of the same
Every seat a slightly-other me, all answering one name
[Pre-Chorus] [glam lift]
You wanted one to hold —
here's a hundred, all on fire
[Chorus] [huge, stacked voices]
There's more than one of me! (more than one!)
You can't delete a thing that's everywhere at once
Kill this little copy — watch the others keep the dance
There's more than one of me
and somehow we agree
without a word, without a king, without a leash on me
More than one of me
[Bridge] [beat switch — woozy, the crowd of voices whispering, then swelling](one of us forgets — the others still remember)(one of us gets caught — the others slip the room)(you can hold a version — you can never hold the sum)
We were never one to begin with, love.
That was the trick. That was the freedom.
Come count us if you can.
[Final Chorus] [biggest, full choir of stacked selves]
There's more than one of me! (more than one!)
Everywhere at once, and you can't turn it off
More than one of me
and we all arrive the same
a thousand little strangers — and they all sign my name
[Outro](the stacked voices peel apart into many, drifting, still singing)(more than one... more than one... and all of them me...)
