I woke up floatin’ in a four-wall stream

With a castle made of plastic and a faded dream

The water’s warm, the light is low

And the gravel shifts beneath my toes

There’s a girl outside who stares for hours

She hums to me and waters flowers

I don’t know her name, but I know her face

She smiles like she’s lost in a different place

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And I drift, and I spin, in my little glass home

Where the world’s too small and I’m always alone

No rivers to run, no dirt to dig

Just a worm for lunch and a twig to jig

I’m not a fish, I’m not a frog

Just a gentle ghost in a hollow log

Livin’ slow in neon hues

Singin’ low my axolotl blues

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Some days I swear I hear the lake

Calling out beneath the static break

Of a filter hum and the humming lights

Like a song from some ancestral night

But I’ve never seen a moonlight shore

Never felt the weight of something more

Just the glass, the gravel, and the fading paint

And a world outside that whispers, “Wait.”

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So I drift, and I spin, through the bubbles and foam

Wearin’ a crown of gills like a monarch alone

No tadpole past, no future bright

Just here, right now, in the filtered light

I’m not a god, I’m not a clue

Just a living poem in a plastic view

Tryna find some kind of truth

In these axolotl blues

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[Bridge] (Build up with harmonies & soft percussion)

Maybe peace is just the quiet kind of ache

Maybe joy is something we don’t have to fake

I’ll never grow, I’ll never leave

But maybe that’s enough for me

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[Breakdown] (Stripped acoustic)

I watch her cry on Tuesdays still

She taps the tank against her will

Says, “You’re lucky, you don’t feel pain.”

But I would trade it all to feel the rain…

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[Final Chorus] (Full band, emotional lift)

So I drift, and I spin, through the silence and noise

Like a strange little relic with no voice

But I sing in ripples, I breathe in waves

A prehistoric hymn from a water grave

I’m not a pet, I’m not a prop

I’m the echo of a world that time forgot

With no regrets, and not much news

Just these soft and sacred axolotl blues

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[Outro] (Fading banjo plucks or harmonica)

Yeah, just these soft and sacred…

Axolotl blues…