[singer A] I chase the sting, not the need, not the source. Salt on my tongue — something sharp, something coarse. I give in bits, in slips, in thin sheets. Nothing screams — so it doesn’t feel weak. You press where it’s thin, where it’s worn, where it’s numb. I don’t resist — I go still, I go dumb. No clean break, just a drag, just a leak. Piece by piece — I get less every week. [transition] [singer B] Streetlights dripping silver on the hood of my car Half a mind to drive away, half a mind to stay where you are Every conversation leaves a shadow in my head Like a record spinning slowly on the words we never said And I keep retracing every step we took Looking for a meaning in the way you looked Are you hiding in the midnight static? Running through my mind like a habit Every little spark turns automatic And I can't switch it off No, I can't switch it off [transition] [singer A] Salt from your skin cuts my tongue when we meet. Burns when it lingers, it bites when I breathe. I taste iron — too deep. Still I stay, still I press, still I keep. everything, everything tastes bloody sweet. [transition] [singer B] Neon signs are flickering, the city's half asleep But your ghost is wide awake, wandering through me I tell myself it's over, that the story reached the end Then your name comes back around like a song I can't forget Maybe it's the silence Maybe it's the rain Maybe I'm still chasing Something I can't name Every road I take somehow circles back to you And I'm stuck between moving on and wanting something new Are you tangled in the same old magic? Fighting every thought but it keeps coming back in Every heartbeat sounds cinematic And I can't switch it off No, I can't switch it off [transition] [singer A] After it sits — like a weight, like a stain. Under the skin, in the pulse, in the veins. I reach again for a different release. Same kind of damage, just dressed up in clean. Still here. Still wrong. Still something to hold. If it still hits — then I’m not alone. Salt from your skin cuts deeper than speech. Burns when it hits, but it keeps me in reach. Right on the edge, where it breaks, where it bleeds — everything, everything tastes bloody sweet.
