Verse 1 Your name tastes like copper now — sweet turned to rust on my tongue. I sip what’s left of tenderness, a prayer half-sung. Chorus Sweet resentment, holy ache, I drink your ghost for old time’s sake. Sweet resentment, faithful wound, love decays but stays in tune. Verse 2 I polish the hurt till it gleams again, call it devotion, call it sin. Every bruise a small refrain, every silence hums your name. Chorus Sweet resentment, holy ache, I drink your ghost for old time’s sake. Sweet resentment, faithful wound, love decays but stays in tune. Bridge Between the bless and the curse, I make my altar. Between your breath and my bite, we still falter. Final Chorus Sweet resentment, sacred bruise, I worship what I cannot lose. Sweet resentment, bitter bloom, love survives its own perfume.
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