--- I really liked the infused textures in this song. Has some nice pacing changes and the Pop sections work really well with the rap section too. The building on the first verse is really nice. Fun song to put together and another nice one with the new persona. ~David --- [Musical Introduction] [Music Build Up] [Intro – Whispered Pop] Lipstick logic on the mirror… Truth gets clearer when it’s written in red. I’m a puzzle in a dress, But baby, you like guessing, don’t pretend. [Verse 1 – Pop] I talk circles when I’m nervous, Leave my thoughts in tidy messes. Say I’m fine, but I’m a furnace, Burning hotter than my dresses. You read me like a novel, But you skip the in-betweens— ‘Cause I’m poetry with trouble And a gloss that always gleams. [Pre-Chorus – Pop] I can’t explain the way I feel, It slips right off my tongue— But hand me something crimson, And the truth just starts to run. [Chorus – Pop] So I write my heart in lipstick on the mirror, Smudged and fearless, red and realer. Every line a little wild, a little honest, Baby, hold on—yeah, I promise That my chaos has a rhythm if you listen close. Lipstick logic, It’s the only language I know. [Verse 2 – Melodic Rap] Yeah— Notes on the mirror like a crime scene map, Tracing my moods ‘til they overlap. I’m a little bit sugar, a whole lot snap, And you’re reading every curve like a treasure map. I flip the script, then I switch the vibe, Hypnotize with the way I ride Every beat like a thought I can’t hide, Pull you in deep like a midnight tide. [Musical Interlude] [Music Solo] [Pre-Chorus – Pop] I can’t explain the way I feel, It slips right off my tongue— But hand me something crimson And the truth just comes undone. [Chorus – Pop] So I write my heart in lipstick on the mirror, Smudged and fearless, red and realer. Every line a little wild, a little honest, Baby, hold on—yeah, I promise That my chaos has a rhythm if you listen close. Lipstick logic, It’s the only language I know. [Bridge – Half-Sung / Half-Rap] Kiss-print theories on the bathroom light, Glossed-up truths leaking into the night. If I can’t speak it, I can show it— My reflection always knows it. Every shade’s a confession, Every streak is a lesson— Yeah, I’m messy, but expressive, Baby, beauty’s in the question. [Musical Interlude] [Music Solo] [Breakdown – Breathier Pop] Write it, wipe it, Heart on display— Say it, spray it, Ink in cliché. But somehow you still read me right, Even when I rewrite the night. [Final Chorus – Pop, Bigger] So I write my heart in lipstick on the mirror, Faded edges, but the message clearer. Every line a little wild, a little honest, Baby, hold on—yeah, I promised That my chaos has a rhythm if you listen close. Lipstick logic— Guess it’s the only language I know. [Outro – Soft Pop] Lipstick truth… in every shade. If you can love the mess I make, Then baby… You’re the one who gets the logic. The kind I only say in red. [Musical Ending] [Fade Out] [End]
