From the album U
This is about finding someone who feels like creative flow made flesh. underscores isn't comparing love to music. She's saying this person activates the same brain state as making a perfect song she'll never remember. The constant BPM references aren't cute metaphor, they're literal: around this person, her nervous system syncs to a rhythm she can't control.
Last night, I had a wet dream 'bout the perfect song / I know, I know, I'm too far gone
The wet dream isn't sexual, it's about artistic ecstasy. She wakes up knowing she had it and lost it. That same desperate reaching for something just out of mental reach becomes the template for how she describes this person.
It's a miracle, you're not New York Catholic / You're not LA spiritual
These are hilariously specific red flags dressed as compliments. She's cataloging all the personality types this person could have been but isn't. The relief is palpable.
And my leg is fast asleep / And there's no way I can move it / You don't gotta stay back for me
A physical detail that breaks the metaphor open. She's been sitting weird for so long she's gone numb, but she won't move because moving means the moment ends. The music metaphor collapses into a body that won't cooperate.
Pop, rock, electronic, rap, rock n' roll / Nonstop, avant-garde, talkin' on the phone
She's listing genres like someone frantically trying to describe a color that doesn't exist yet. The repetition sounds manic because it is. She's trying to catalog an feeling that keeps outrunning language.
It's everything / It's everything to me
After all that verbose scrambling, she lands on the bluntest possible words. No more metaphors. Just the terrifying simplicity of someone admitting how much is at stake.
This is Midwest emo's hyperpop daughter writing about the terror of finding someone who makes you feel like you're making something perfect. The song structure mimics the feeling: verses that scramble to explain, a build that spirals into listing, a drop that gives up and just says it. underscores knows the perfect song from the dream is gone forever. She's writing this one anyway.