[Intro] No halo. No marble. No shrine in the room. Thank God for that. [Verse 1] Your lipstick misses the corner when you’re laughing at your phone. You steal heat from the coffee then complain that it got cold. Your hair does what it wants to when the weather turns mean, and you talk through movie endings like the plot needs your receipts. I’ve seen portraits in the hallway trying hard to stay divine. I’ve seen soft-lit saints in frames with no fingerprints or spine. But you leave crumbs on the counter, kick your shoes by the door, and somehow that is closer to what I wanted more. [Chorus] No goddess, just you. No heaven, just this room. No perfect light, no silver moon. I don’t need a myth to tell the truth. No goddess. Just you. [Verse 2] Your singing goes sideways when you think nobody hears. You keep three old grudges in a drawer with souvenirs. You say you’re not jealous, then your eyebrow sells you out. You can turn a simple question into weather in the house. And still, when the day comes limping, when my good face won’t behave, you put both hands on the table like you mean to make me stay. Not because I earned it. Not because I shone. You just look at me directly, and the room quits feeling owned. [Chorus] No goddess, just you. No heaven, just this room. No perfect light, no silver moon. I don’t need a myth to tell the truth. No goddess. Just you. [Bridge] Let other mouths make statues. Let them polish every flaw. I don’t want a love that has to stand that tall. Give me the chipped cup. Give me the slammed drawer. Give me your bare feet crossing my floor. If beauty has to lie to keep its crown, then set it down. [Final Chorus] No goddess, just you. No heaven, just this room. No perfect light, no silver moon. I don’t need a myth to tell the truth. No goddess. Still you. [Outro] No halo. No marble. No shrine in the room. Just your laugh in the kitchen. That’ll do. [End]
