drift

[INTRO] chrome hearts on the sink half-smoked dreams in the basin 2:13 city still bleedin through the penthouse glass low battery soul high rise rituals perfume in the hallway still orbitin me don’t speak yet the silence expensive [VERSE] velvet static in my bloodstream moon residue all on the Marni sleeves she said my aura feel dangerous like backseat incense mixed with gasoline I been off-grid mentally downtown spiritually half-loved physically ashtray constellation on the balcony rail blue LEDs carving ghosts in her clavicle whole room ultraviolet like heaven got rewritten by nightclubs and I still move detached slow pulse allergic to permanence emotion packaged vacuum-sealed inside designer luggage girls treat my name like mythology whisper it soft in the powder rooms while the bassline rupture the floor beneath patent leather shoes I don’t even flirt no more I just exist near temptation and let gravity corrupt the situation liquid silver reflections in the Don Julio black marble counters cold as confessionals she tracing shapes through condensation while the speakers leak heartbreak in sub frequencies nothing here innocent not the eye contact not the distance between breaths not the way her silhouette blur under aquarium lights we too nocturnal for morality anyway and somewhere between lust and ego death I stopped tellin the difference mirror-talk at 4AM conversation with fragmented versions of myself all of em dressed better than me none of em sleeping correctly I got women in my memory archived like rare vinyl crushed roses in the Tesla floorboard airport kisses still trapped inside saint laurent collars everything transient everything cinematic even the pain curated beautifully she said “you make sadness look futuristic” damn that almost fixed me [HOOK] slow drift black tint midnight leaking off my skin cold hearts neon lips every touch feel counterfeit lost souls in expensive fabrics dancing like the sky collapsing don’t save me tonight just dissolve with me [VERSE 2] paranoid glamour perfume clouds hanging over broken etiquette we don’t do love here only temporary religions only fever-dream attachment only silk pressure against detached spirits her laugh echo through the loft like crystal damage I felt it somewhere beneath the ego beneath the drugs beneath the carefully engineered mystery and for a second I almost became human again city outside still twitching ambulance glow bouncing off wet pavement everybody searching for God in each other’s pupils meanwhile I’m half-angel half-nightlife contamination breathing slow through the chaos trying not to drown in beautiful things again [OUTRO] no closure just headlights just distant sirens dissolving into dawn static saint midnight disciple perfume martyr still drifting still drifting still drifting…