[Verse 1] Overdraft blinking, mascara wings, Ash on the sill from last night’s things. You taste like trouble and cheap cabernet, Laugh in my doorway, won’t say you’ll stay. We got a pretty demo stuck on loop— Perfect as bullshit, slick as a suit. Baby I’m sick of “almost” and worse; Press the red button, let’s finish the verse. [Pre-Chorus] Thumb on the fader, breath on beat, Minor or major, same damn street. Could be a kiss, could be a fucking curse— We won’t know a thing if we don’t finish the verse. [Chorus] If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll never hit the chorus— Could be heartbreak, could be glorious. Leave it in “almost” and it’s boring us; I want the lift even if it floors us. Sing it out loud—bless it or burn; Joy or blue, I’m ready to learn. If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll never hit the chorus. [Post-Chorus] (Finish the verse) don’t you stall. (Finish the verse) cut the gall. (Finish the verse) name this love. (Finish the verse) enough’s enough. [Verse 2] Night bus plastic and a cracked phone screen, Voicemail full and the rent’s still mean. You text “u up?” and I text “fuck yes,” Keys in the door, hair, hands, mess. Keep me on pause and I start to swear— Pretty ain’t shit if the truth ain’t there. Count me in proper, no more rehearse; I’m done with the demo—let’s finish the verse. [Pre-Chorus] Thumb on the fader, breath on beat, Minor or major, same damn street. Could be a kiss, could be a fucking curse— We won’t know a thing if we don’t finish the verse. [Chorus] If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll never hit the chorus— Could be heartbreak, could be glorious. Leave it in “almost” and it’s boring us; I want the lift even if it floors us. Sing it out loud—bless it or burn; Joy or blue, I’m ready to learn. If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll never hit the chorus. [Bridge / Middle Eight] Key change waiting like a dare at night, Green means go, red means goodnight. Say the line, babe—save me or worse; Either way beats choking the verse. [Final Chorus] If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll never hit the chorus— Could be rain, could be victorious. I won’t live forever where the “almost” lives; Give me the drop or the dive it gives. Sing it out loud—bless it or burn; Joy or blue, I’m ready to learn. If we don’t finish this verse, we’ll finally hit the chorus. [Outro] (Finish the verse) say it, love. (Finish the verse) push to shove. (Finish the verse) fuck the suspense— (Finish the verse) jump the fence.
