Music: The Chore List

This is a song about the first chapter of “Post Hypnotic Chore List”, an older collab comic of mine. I think it turned out pretty hot :). There are two versions of this song with different lyrics and a different sound. Both have their own great passages, I think. I hope you like them.

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Lyrics – Main Version:

Verse 1
Tiffany turned eighteen in a house painted beige
Still stuck beneath the family rules and “act your age”
“Take the trash out, sweep the hall, clean your room upstairs”
She’d roll her eyes dramatic like nobody compares

Mama said, “She’s stubborn,” Daddy sighed, “She’s wild”
Therapist just smirked and smiled all calm and mild
“Maybe we can help her find delight in every task…”
Tiffany laughed loudly, “Yeah, okay… if you ask.”

Pre-Chorus
Little ticking metronome
Little whisper in her dome
Every line upon that list
Turned into a thing she missed

Chorus
Now she’s dancing with the vacuum in her underwear
Singing to the dishes like a millionaire
Polishing the windows with a dreamy little grin
Every single checkbox pulls her deeper in

Fold it, dust it, stack it neat
Heartbeat skipping to the beat
Tiffany’s addicted to the thrill of “done”
And everybody’s happy now the chores are fun

Verse 2
Monday: laundry
Tuesday: mop
Wednesday: she just couldn’t stop
Color-coded pantry shelves aligned with perfect care
Friday night she’s waxing floors with flowers in her hair

Mama says, “Amazing,” Daddy says, “What luck!”
Tiffany just blushes saying, “I can’t get enough”
Every scribbled item makes her sparkle like a star
Like the list knows exactly who she really are

Pre-Chorus
Little paper on the wall
Got her running down the hall
Every task another spark
Winding up her after dark

Chorus
Now she’s dancing with the vacuum in her underwear
Singing to the dishes like a millionaire
Polishing the windows with a dreamy little grin
Every single checkbox pulls her deeper in

Fold it, dust it, stack it neat
Heartbeat skipping to the beat
Tiffany’s addicted to the thrill of “done”
And everybody’s happy now the chores are fun

Bridge
Weekend comes, the house goes still
Parents gone beyond the hills
Boyfriend laughing at the fridge-light glow
“Wait… you really do whatever’s written down below?”

He grabs a pen with teasing eyes
Writes a line to her surprise
She reads it once and bites her lip
Something electric in the script

Verse 3
“Slow dance in the kitchen.”
“Steal a kiss by the sink.”
“Hold me close for a minute longer than you think.”
The list gets longer, handwriting turns bold
Tiffany’s curiosity unfolding uncontrolled

Candles on the countertop
Music low and bodies hot
Every playful little dare turns into a game
And every checked-off moment fans the flame

He writes, “Tell me all your secrets.”
She writes, “Stay a little more.”
Laughing as they tumble past the laundry room door
The list becomes a treasure map neither can resist
Tiffany surrendering to every little twist

Final Chorus
Now she’s dancing in the moonlight through the living room
Bare feet sliding while the record softly hums a tune
Every single checkbox sending shivers down her spine
Losing track of where the rules end and the stars align

Write it, read it, breathless grin
One more line and they give in
Tiffany’s spinning in a sweet delicious blur
The list says “follow your heart”…
And she obeys every word

Outro
Little paper on the wall
Started simple after all
Now she smiles every time she hears that marker click—
One more naughty checkbox…
One more little trick.

Lyrics – Alternate Version:

Intro

Saturday morning, cartoons on
Tiffany’s sprawled out in the lawn chair
Mom walks in, “Tiffany, honey, do the dishes.”
“God, life’s so unfair.”

Dad says, “Kid, you’re eighteen now,
You should help around this place.”
She throws popcorn at the ceiling fan
With a smirk stretched on her face

So they drag her to a therapist
Downtown by the mall
Soft jazz, fake plants, peppermint tea
Tiny clock there on the wall

Therapist says with a gentle grin,
“Just relax and breathe in slow…”
Tiffany laughs, “This stuff is stupid.”
Then her eyes drift half-closed

Tick
Tick
Silver swing
“Doing chores will feel amazing…”
Tick
Tick
Warm and deep
“Every list you’ll want to complete…”

Verse 1

Now there’s a rhythm in the back of her brain
Like happy little thunder in the summer rain
Every handwritten chore starts pulling her near
And suddenly Tiffany’s sincerely weird

“Wash the windows.”
“Mop the floor.”
She bites her lip and somehow wants more
Spinning through the hallway singing to a broom
Dancing with the vacuum in her bedroom

Laundry flying
Music loud
Tiffany glowing while her parents beam proud
Every checkmark makes her heartbeat click
Tiny little shiver every time it ticks

Pre-Chorus

Tick
Tick
Under her skin
Every checkbox pulling her in
Buzz
Buzz
Sweet little bliss
Livin’ for the chorelist

Chorus

And she loves it
Way too much
Every little task and touch
One more line
One more fix
Tiffany livs for the chorelist

Verse 2

Friday evening, parents packed
Dad says, “Please don’t burn the house.”
Boyfriend laughing in the driveway
Sneaking kisses on the couch

Pizza boxes, movie paused
Sneakers kicked beside the chair
He walks into the kitchen laughing
Finds the chorelist hanging there

“So this thing’s your secret lately?”
Crooked grin, Sharpie pen
Tiffany bites her lip and mutters,
“Careful where you point that thing…”

His smile widened just a little
“Yeah? What happens if I do?”
She blushes hard and looks away:
“I might actually listen to you…”

“Kiss me slow out in the hallway.”
She reads the line and starts to blush
Heartbeat pounding in her ears now
Warm and dizzy from the rush

Pre-Chorus 2

Tick
Tick
Sharpie squeak
Boyfriend smiling while she reads
Flush
Rush
Breathing quick
One more thing upon the list

Chorus 2

And she loves it
God she does
Every word becomes a buzz
One more dare
One more twist
Written on the chorelist

Verse 3

“Sit real close.”
“Steal my hoodie.”
“Trace red lipstick on my neck.”
Every line gets slightly bolder
Every checkmark pulls effects

He writes:
“Pull me down onto the carpet.”
Tiffany bites down on her grin
Laughing breathless while she crosses
Every single item in

Living room lights low and glowing
Neon colors through the blinds
Sharpie rolling off the counter
As they slowly lose their minds

“Tell me what you wanna try now.”
He says softly, “Your turn then.”
Tiffany grabs hold of the marker
Then stops halfway with the pen

“There’s maybe something I would wanna…”
Cheeks bright scarlet, voice gone small
“But I’d never ask you normally…”
He says, “Then write nothing at all.”

She whispers something in his ear now
Eyes squeezed shut in sweet embarrassment
He grins slowly, takes the marker
And writes it on the list for her

Bridge

Tick
Tick
Bedroom haze
Laughing tangled up for days
Tick
Tick
Pulse and kiss
Sharpie stains upon her wrist

He whispers things that make her freeze
Then melt against him instantly
And every little scribbled line
Pulls Tiffany out of her mind

Final Chorus

Yeah she loves it
More each night
Every little thing he writes
Breathless laugh
Dangerous bliss
Lost inside the chorelist

Write it messy
Write it quick
Heartbeat like a metronome tick
One more line
One more kiss
Tiffany livs for the chorelist

Outro

Silver metronome swinging slow
Sharpie tapping to and fro
Tiny smile upon her lips

Tick
Tick
Tick.