VIOLET VIOLENCE Verse 1 Lipstick like a loaded gun, I wear it just to impress, Sunday dress in a cruel world, stitched into soft distress, There’s a poppy in her hair, but it bleeds through the threads, He only thinks with what’s behind his legs—yeah, I said what I said. Prescription-love in a bathroom stall, back pressed to tile, Valium kisses—numb me out, just for a while, You said “baby, you’re divine” with your black hole eyes, But your devinity obscene is just a prettier lie. ⸻ Pre-Chorus I cut myself down just to fit your truth, Every mirror lies when it says I’m “cute,” Got a purple bruise where your halo sat— You want heaven, but you don’t want that. ⸻ Chorus I’m your violet violence — say it again, Violet violence — let it sink in, Sticky-sweet disaster every time we kiss, You don’t love me—you just love me like this. I’m your pink halo glitch in a black-and-white scene, Little soft apocalypse dressed up as a dream, Got nothing left to lose, so I bloom like this— You don’t miss me, you just miss the way I fix. ⸻ Post-Chorus You don’t love me—you love the damage You don’t love me—you love the damage ⸻ Verse 2 Cheerleader try-out, smiling through the cut, Ballerina on a wire just to prove I’m not enough, You said “float, baby, float,” like I’m light enough to drown, But I’m choking in your borderline kingdom underground. Hospital lights, sirens all night, They call it overdose, I call it hindsight, Absinthe bloodstream, heroin prayers, You said “get on your knees”—I’ve been there for years. Amethyst dreams in a purple hue, London streets blur into something untrue, Made a deal with the devil in a midnight room, Now it’s rose petals falling like a velvet doom. ⸻ Pre-Chorus 2 Call it pity, call it art, You love the chaos, not the heart— Half a saint, half obscene, Caught between what I am and what you need. ⸻ Chorus I’m your violet violence — scream it again, Violet violence — let me cave in, Sticky-sweet disaster every time we kiss, You don’t love me—you just love me like this. I’m your pink halo glitch in a black-and-white scene, Little soft apocalypse dressed up as a dream, Got nothing left to lose, so I bloom like this— You don’t miss me, you just miss the way I fix. ⸻ Post-Chorus You don’t love me—you love the damage You don’t love me—you love the damage (again) You don’t love me—you love the damage ⸻ Bridge Midnight — curtain call, No one there at all, All your prayers went quiet When I took the fall. There’s an absence where your love should be, Just a haze and a ghost of you in me— I was worn out trying to impress, Now I don’t wanna be your best. (build) I cut you out, I cut you clean, You wanted perfect— I went obscene. ⸻ Final Chorus I’m your violet violence — say it again, Violet violence — this is the end, Sticky-sweet disaster every time we kiss, You don’t love me—you just love me like this. I’m your pink halo glitch — watch it burn bright, In your black-and-white world, I’m the color you fight, Got nothing left to lose, so I bloom like this— You don’t miss me— You just miss— me fixing it. ⸻ Final Chant (Outro — You don’t love me… You love the damage… You don’t love me… You love the damage…
