[Intro] Everybody wants the pretty story... Nobody reads the label. [Verse 1] Cherry gloss and combat boots Silver rings and loose-screw truths You smile first, then make your guess Like I'm a puzzle in a little black dress You love the calm, you chase the spark Think you've mapped out every dark Funny thing about first impressions... They've never been my favorite weapon [Pre-Chorus] Go ahead... Take another taste. Tell me... Which one you think I am. [Chorus] Sugar and cyanide Cherry lips, danger eyes Take another little bite Tell me what you recognize Sugar and cyanide Sweet enough to change your mind You keep looking for one answer... Baby I'm both at the same damn time. [Verse 2] You collect your little rules File people into tidy rooms Black or white, safe or wild... Life's too short for single files I can kiss you, call your bluff Laugh until you've had enough Be the calm before the storm Then make chaos look warm [Pre-Chorus] You keep trying... To solve me. Like loving me Needs an answer key. [Chorus] Sugar and cyanide Cherry lips, danger eyes Take another little bite Tell me what you recognize Sugar and cyanide Sweet enough to change your mind You keep looking for one answer... Baby I'm both at the same damn time. [Bridge] You don't have to fear me. You don't have to fix me. You don't have to make me easier... Just because easy fits inside your hands. [Breakdown] Black ink! White page! Wrong box! Wrong cage! Too sweet? Too sharp? Too soft? Too hard? Keep your labels! Keep your lines! I was never made to fit inside! SUGAR! CYANIDE! SUGAR! CYANIDE! [Final Chorus] Sugar and cyanide Laughing while you analyze Every version you invented Falls apart before your eyes Sugar and cyanide Never yours to simplify If you came here needing certainty... You picked the wrong girl tonight Sugar and cyanide Say it one more time Some things were never meant To fit inside your mind [Outro] You'll tell your friends I wasn't what you expected. You'll say you couldn't quite figure me out. You'll call me contradiction. Complication. Confusion. You'll swear I changed halfway through the night. I didn't. You just kept peeling away the version of me that made you comfortable. That's the funny thing about an aftertaste... It tells you what was really there all along.
