The Glassblower (Annealed)

fold my promises in this furnace watch my feelings glow bright in the flame Ill keep the burning heat from boiling off the pain in your pane roll a joint up in rhythm till the shape of the smoke Im exhaling in flows Im hoping it stays sane as I go pulling the fire into form for the glass that I chose today like love, too much breath and it breaks not enough left in your chest and it caves Kate, you taught me how to love in more than a million different kind of ways not just with my heart but my hands writing these words as I explain you kept my brain in balance while our world was expanding turned our pain on a pipe till it evened the span an you never stopped turning the glass, never let it sag where it was standing I know, loving me is hard an Ive been working on reflection and its a dangerous art one slip from this wrist and Ill scar before the songs even start but honestly Id rather get burned in this furnace than keep holding this hurt in the dark youre the form in the fire and keep pulling me from the sparks I learned not to rush in when the heat starts leaving cos sudden cold makes cracks in the things worth keeping I used to go emotionally missing even when I could see you needed breathing now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you till the ache stopped screaming but I didnt want you to fix me its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened you put my heart on the blowpipe took it back to the glory heated it till it softened you didnt rush what was forming if I could gather all this molten love Id help the hollow parts open up fill in your damaged bits your my hand blown princess worth holding up you had patience so we could let the weak points settle seal us through the night so we dont split under pressure a test of glassblower love but past being careful with the past lower tension the glassblower made you so damn pretty and he made me something precious I learned not to rush in when the heat starts leaving cos sudden cold makes cracks in the things worth keeping I used to go emotionally missing even when I could see you needed breathing now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you till the ache stopped screaming but I didnt want you to fix me its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened I learnt a new word while writing this annealed literally the perfect kind of fit it means it was allowed to slowly cool down to relieve internal strain leaves it clear enough to see through but leaves it unsafe when it breaks Im sorry for the unusual out of song moment here but the meaning felt real enough to share before it escapes I learned not to rush in when the heat starts leaving cos sudden cold makes cracks in the things worth keeping I used to go emotionally missing even when I could see you needed breathing now I know a bleeding touch can be deep in love but how were you gonna love me while the wind was weakening us I didnt want to grip you, I wanted to kiss you till the ache stopped screaming but I didnt want you to fix me its like I loved it as the fault lines deepened © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.