[Intro] [Solo] [Verse1] The wallpaper peels like old theology, saints curling at the edges of the room. Your perfume is a locksmith, picking every lock I swore I welded shut. [Verse2] I keep you in a cupboard of broken metaphors, a half-drunk sermon in a chipped glass. Love like it never should be— a carnival of knives juggling themselves in the dark. [Chorus] If this is love, it is a cathedral of splinters. If this is possession, then I am gladly haunted, even as the saints fall silent on the wall [Drop] [Interlude] [Pause] [Verse3] Possession wears a velvet hat, asking for rent in the currency of my lungs. You collect my shadows, pin them like moths to your calendar. [Verse4] Some nights I am an abandoned philosophy, limping across the barroom floor where reason drowned itself in gin. And still— your name chews holes in the wallpaper. [Drop] [break] [Bridge] I wanted devotion, you offered demolition. The bed is a parliament of ghosts arguing about ownership of my spine. [drop] [Pre-chorus] If this is love (If this is love) If this is love (If this is love) If this is ... Love [Chorus] If this is love, it is a cathedral of splinters. If this is possession, then I am gladly haunted, even as the saints fall silent on the wall [Outro] [End]
