kept my hands in pockets like a promise to myself Lip-bite discipline, jawline made of felt Clock hands cutting circles through an hour made of glass You laughed and all my good sense cracked right down the past Static on my tongue, you tilt your head and ask my name I answer like a matchstick struck against a frame All the rules I sanded smooth, lined up on a shelf Fall off one by one—my pulse betrays my stealth Pre-Chorus I swore I’d keep my distance like a border on a map But your breath finds mine and every straight line snaps I taste the future burning through the paint I’m mercy and mistake Chorus Oh, it’s a predetermined crash in technicolor skin Every nerve a siren screaming “let me in” I’m a house built careful, now the doors swing wide You’re a tidal rhythm pulling at the spine Sweet relief, pure panic, can’t divide Hands on fire, reason slipping out of sight Over and it’s over—then it starts again Sixty-seven minutes and I’ve lost my discipline Verse 2 We talk about the books we never finished out loud Your laugh hits first, then heat rolls in like cloud Your thumb along the rim of my resolve—it spills Breath fogs glass, the city blurs, the window chills You lean in close, my ribs become a drumline, fast Careful weeks like paper walls—one touch, they’re past I’m clocking every inch of air between our mouths It’s shrinking like a coastline in a sudden drought Pre-Chorus I swore I’d keep my distance like a border on a map But your breath finds mine and every straight line snaps I taste the future burning through the paint I’m mercy and mistake Chorus Oh, it’s a predetermined crash in technicolor skin Every nerve a siren screaming “let me in” I’m a house built careful, now the doors swing wide You’re a tidal rhythm pulling at the spine Sweet relief, pure panic, can’t divide Hands on fire, reason slipping out of sight Over and it’s over—then it starts again Sixty-seven minutes and I’ve lost my discipline Bridge You say my name, and it sounds like I forgot it first Like rain on matches, like hunger in reverse I’m dissolving every oath I folded into shape Your heartbeat under mine, two metronomes escape We break like sugar glass beneath a dancer’s feet Sharp and sweet, an ache I’m desperate to repeat If this is wrong, then let it ruin me right now I’m kneeling to the current; I don’t want out Drop/Chop (Hyper-pop ad-libs) Crash—spin—lightning in the bloodstream Hands—skin—gravity is obscene Bite—grin—we’re skipping every scene One hour in and I’m on my knees Final Chorus It’s a predetermined crash in technicolor skin Every nerve a siren screaming “let me in” I’m a house built careful, now the doors swing wide You’re a tidal rhythm pulling at the spine Sweet relief, pure panic, can’t divide Hands on fire, reason slipping out of sight Over and it’s over—then it starts again Sixty-seven minutes and I’ve lost my discipline Outro I had a fortress, now it’s just your name inside I had a compass, now it’s just your mouth as guide Sweet relief and terror braided tight We burn an hour, then we burn the night
