step right up to the heartbeats the oven clock says 3:47 and the ceiling is breathing in time don't call me back I already know what it sounds like when you ghost mid-sentence [verse 1 — the unfiltered metaphor, weaponized] you taste like a warning label I read you anyway, twice, tracing every line with my tongue they said the flame always wins so I kissed the flame and wore the scar that's the closest I ever came to comfort smoke on your breath from the last truth you ducked I left it there like a siren you come like a script in twelve different colors I’m tearing up every page just to feel the paper sting [the dialogue — confrontational, pacing like a caged tiger] why you always up when the city lays down because somebody's gotta hear the walls talk what are you holding when you hold her a choice you already made and can’t unmake why does it gotta burn to feel right because numb hands need a spark to prove they’re living that sounds like an excuse excuses are just bracelets I already snapped if nothing stays why you still roll it up because I like the taste of endings turning sweet what does the high ever fix nothing it just turns the warning sign to neon then why the smile when you pass it because I see the wires on the halo now what happens when the smoke clears you see the tear tracks under all that shine [hook — "secondhand," the manic variation] you love me secondhand like a thrift store halo you bought for the flash and I'm throwing it back I'm throwing it back clock keep a second hand, I'm breaking the past if you leaving, leave fast I only feel the leaving when the bass drops take a bow take a bow [verse 2 — weaponized intimacy into the indignant flex] she ride on my hip like a choice I already made half comfort, half consequence never asked if I was fine I’m the one running mercy like a cut-off switch the most honest thing we never said new coupe got a moonroof and a mood problem stars everywhere, I bought them just to dim them out stack it up til the bills hum like a siren rain is just money that forgot what it was for she asked me how I feel and I pointed at the warning light like a hostage ever blessed the ropes top floor, everything below me looks distant and I keep staring in the dark just to watch you fade like you’re small like you owe me [outro — the dialogue, the flip] (the anxious voice is cornered; the detached voice takes the microphone) you're getting too loud loud is just the truth finally growing teeth then turn it down I forgot how to whisper start with the breath the one that leaves no the one that blows the whole roof off
