[Verse 1] Lace patterns little black map on her skin every cross, every gap pulling tight where it thins She walks in room shrinks, heart trips on the beat thoughts snag on the thread of the fabric at her hips, at her knees I see symbols in the seams stories stitched in the stretch how it clings to her frame how it presses on my chest Is it armor, is it art is it hunger in a net am I reading what she meant or a language in my head [Chorus] Lace-patterns of the catsuit where it stretches taut over her curves I’m staring at a Rorschach pretending that I know what it deserves It’s a mirror of my motives every line pulling out my nerves Is it her, is it me, is it truth, is it thirst I’m decoding every thread till it hurts [Verse 2] Tiny floral loops wrap her waist like a cage I project every wound on the warp, on the frayed She laughs, just a sound I turn it into a sign like the fabric on her thighs I pull meaning till it binds Control is a costume I can see it in the clasp she poses like a queen but her fingers twitch fast Power in the pose doubt in the eyes like the stretch in the cloth you can feel where it’s tight [Chorus] Lace-patterns of the catsuit where it stretches taut over her curves I’m staring at a Rorschach pretending that I know what it deserves It’s a mirror of my motives every line pulling out my nerves Is it her, is it me, is it truth, is it thirst I’m decoding every thread till it hurts [Bridge] Maybe I’m the fabric all tension, no peace (yeah) clinging to a body I’m afraid will leave So I trace her silhouette like I’m tracing my scars every gap in the mesh like the holes in my heart [Chorus] Lace-patterns of the catsuit where it stretches taut over her curves I’m staring at a Rorschach pretending that I know what it deserves It’s a mirror of my motives every line pulling out my nerves Is it her, is it me, is it truth, is it thirst I’m decoding every thread till it hurts
