[Verse 1]
She was born with a magnifying glass in hand,
Cataloguing every crack in every plan,
A stellium tucked inside the hearthstone of her life,
Her sense of home her compass, her precision her knife,
She rearranged the furniture until the angles fit,
And loved the people closest by refusing to quit,

[PreChorus]
But the ledger she kept on herself ran long,
Every crossed-out line convinced her something was wrong,

[Chorus]
Marissa, you were built from careful, living math,
The kind that clears the debris and illuminates the path,
Every detail you've devotedly arranged and kept,
Is the blueprint of a heart that's never once slept,
Marissa,

[Verse 2]
Her mind moves between the feeling and the word,
She'll rewrite the sentence till the meaning's fully heard,
She carries the whole household in the pocket of her chest,
And stays up past midnight putting everyone to rest,
She's drawn to causes wider than herself, she'll rally and defend,
Then quietly go fix the broken hinge before the day can end,

[PreChorus]
She shows devotion in the second cup of tea,
In the thing she noticed that nobody else could see,

[Chorus]
Marissa, there's a grandeur in the quiet way you give,
Not the kind that fills a stage but the kind that helps things live,
The front door you've been tending with such generous care,
Is the door the whole world knocks on when they need someone there,
Marissa,

[Verse 3]
She'll pull the fraying thread until she finds the source,
Dig past the comfortable answer to the stronger force,
Her trust was built on structure, on the provable and true,
But the deepest thing she carries can't be organized into,
And the calling that she's circling, barely daring to begin,
Was always hers to answer — it was always hers to win,

[PreChorus]
The draft she keeps deleting is the one they need to hear,
The version she dismisses is the one that rings most clear,

[Chorus]
Marissa, let the unscheduled hour finally speak,
The thing you've been perfecting isn't nearly as complete,
As the unfinished, honest, slightly crooked thing you are —
Every meticulous, magnificent, irreplaceable scar,
Marissa,

[Bridge]
When the season strips the last familiar thing away,
And the order that she's counted on refuses to obey,
She'll find the steadiness was never in the arranged shelf —
She carries every anchor she has ever needed in herself,

[Outro]
Marissa, this was always yours to claim in your own way,
Not the polished, final version — but the one alive today,