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Introduction
Words as weapons
The song opens like a text thread after midnightone person lobs a half-joke, half-jab and suddenly you’re nursing a bruise. Charli isn’t just venting; she’s testing how much damage casual speech can do and whether she can still choose hope.
Verse 1
Taking the hit
When they come out / Unfunny words from your funny mouth
The speaker clocks that the other person’s humor masks barbs. Sheadmits, I take them inside, swallowing the insult instead of spitting back. That last line asks, Are you man enough to compromise? It’s a dare: can the joker own the hurt they cause? The vibe: low-key confrontation wrapped in a sigh.
Chorus
Choose the light
If theres a light, don't let it go out
Charli flips from critique to pep talk. The light is that sliver of goodwill still flickering between them. Even when someone put[s] your foot in your mouth, the narrator urges patience: take the misstep in stride. It’s relational first aid breathe, regroup, remember the bond.
Post-Chorus
Mantra of reassurance
Alright, alright
The repeated alright works like tapping out anxiety. Each echo lowers the blood pressure, convincing both parties they havent wrecked everything. Minimal words, maximum calming effect.
Verse 2
Leveling the field
Everyone sleeps / Everyone wakes up
Suddenly the lens zooms out. By stacking universals sleep, dream, break up Charli reminds us nobody’s special in their screw-ups. The sting from Verse1 now sits inside a bigger truth: we all cycle through hope and heartbreak, so why stay petty?
Second Chorus
Resilience restated
We'll be alright
Repeating the chorus after the universal roll call doubles down on optimism. The narrator’s not ignoring the damage; they’re making a conscious decision to protect the remaining light.
Outro
Circular lullaby
Everyone sleeps
The song drifts out on the same universal truth, almost lullaby-like. The soft hums blur individual voices into one shared rhythm. Conflict dissolves into the simple fact of being human and tired.
Conclusion
Hope after hurt
Funny Mouth isn’t a grand apology anthem; it’s smaller and truer. Someone shoots off snark, someone absorbs it, and both decide not to kill the vibe. Charli’s takeaway lands in that chorus loop: mistakes happen, mouths misfire, but light survives if you guard it.
