Neat, No Ice

Neat, No Ice I keep my matches dry in my pocket Don’t strike unless the room leans in I don’t chase smoke, I read the air Feel where the night’s about to bend You move like truth in a quiet bar No rush, just weight and time Every look pours something heavier Than words could ever sign I don’t need heaven knocking loud I hear it when the floorboards sigh Some fires don’t ask permission They just wait… then rise I burn neat, baby… no ice, no proof Smooth as a promise you almost keep I don’t fall, I don’t beg, I don’t bruise I lean in slow and let the heat speak Turn the lights down… don’t touch a thing Let the wanting do what it knows I don’t need to take you anywhere Just stand close… feel how it goes I learned restraint from open flames From watching what survives the spark Some folks swing wild just to feel alive I let the dark do half the work You don’t sell sin, you don’t buy saints You pour it clean and let it breathe That kind of fire don’t burn the house It warms the bones underneath I don’t cage what chooses me I don’t own what answers true If you step inside my shadow It’s because you want to… ooo I burn neat, baby… slow and brown Like good bourbon in a quiet hand No chains, no crowns, no falling down Just two sparks that understand Leave the door cracked, let the night listen It already knows the plan Some flames don’t need to touch at all To leave a mark where you stand I’m two truths wearing one name Both calm and dangerous One hand steady on the glass One hand ready if it’s us I don’t cool off… I aim So burn neat, baby… don’t rush the proof Let the room decide what’s real I don’t need to cross your line Just close enough to feel If you walk away, I’ll still glow If you stay, I won’t pretend Some fires don’t take… They invite Smooth burn… No smoke alarm Just the heat…