Pristine

Gold-trimmed glass, raise it high, Watch me shine, watch me lie Silk-stitch steps on marble floors, Glossed-up lips, locked-up doors. Eyes admire, hands stay neat, Close enough but out of reach. They wanna know, they wanna pry, Ask me how, ask me why. Sip the story, taste the thrill, But never get the bitter spill. Distance keeps the view pristine, Step too close, you smudge the sheen. Spin the dance, don’t break the spell, They love the show, I play it well. Crystal rings and calligraphed names, Love’s a bet, I leave unclaimed. Wits like wine, aged and dry, Never drunk, just sipped in time. They wanna chase, they wanna see, Every shade that’s lost in me. Trace the outline, paint the dream, But nothing’s ever what it seems. Distance keeps the view pristine, Step too close, you smudge the sheen. Spin the dance, don’t break the spell, They love the show, I play it well. A glass facade, a perfect frame, You see the light, but not the flame. A fleeting thrill, a passing name, A story told but never claimed. Time is gold, don’t waste a day, Standards high, don’t let them sway. If they can’t meet, I’ll turn the page, No room for hearts who can’t engage. Distance keeps the view pristine, Step too close, you smudge the sheen. Spin the dance, don’t break the spell, They love the show, I play it well. Gold-trimmed glass, raise it high, Watch me shine, watch me lie