I keep a spare heart in a drawer, Wrapped in receipts and little lies, A private kind of “evermore” I never learned to recognize. Outside, the billboards call me “girl,” Like that’s the only way to breathe, But in the mirror, in the blur, I see the parts they’ll never see. Turn the lights down, let the truth come close, If the world can’t hold us, we’ll hold our own. In the dark room, it blooms— A secret like perfume, A bruise turning into a moon. If I lose you, I lose my name, If I stay, I stay in flame— In the dark room, it blooms. I wear desire like armor plate, I make it sparkle, make it loud, But every kiss I commodify Leaves footprints in the crowd. Sometimes I miss my old mistakes, The small ones no one filmed, Before I learned to counterfeit A body made of myth. Turn the lights down, let the silence speak, If we’re made of smoke, let’s be smoke in peace. In the dark room, it blooms— A secret like perfume, A bruise turning into a moon. If I lose you, I lose my name, If I stay, I stay in flame— In the dark room, it blooms. Tell me we’re more than costumes Hanging on a door… Tell me our hearts are human Even if they’re adored… (Luxe joins low harmony) I’m tired of being flawless, I’m tired of being “fine,” (Raye joins, rising) I want a life that’s honest Even if it’s not mine. In the dark room, it blooms— A secret like perfume, A bruise turning into a moon. If I lose you, I lose my name, If I stay, I stay in flame— But I’d rather burn than live erased… In the dark room, it blooms. Bloom… Let it bloom… In the dark…
