Reckless and Red

[Verse 1] You buttoned your coat in the doorway’s half-light Said, “Don’t make a scene, we’ll be fine by the morning.” Your lipstick was smudged like you’d started a fight With a mirror that wouldn’t stop judging your story. I laughed like a fool with a glass in my hand, Spilled burgundy circles across the wood floor, You said I was cruel in the ways I don’t plan, Like I only want what I can’t hold anymore. [Pre-Chorus] You move like a rumour that won’t disappear, I follow the trace of you out to the street. Your breath on my collar is still lingering here, A bruise that’s too tender to count as defeat. [Chorus] (Reckless and red…) We were reckless and dressed in our Sunday best lies, Trading confessions for cheap little thrills, You said love was a gamble with crooked dice, I said, “Darling, I’ll play if you promise I will.” We were red as the stain on the tip of your tongue, Spinning in circles that felt like a waltz, If this is a war, then we’ve already won By losing ourselves in the things that we lost. [Verse 2] You folded your gloves on the passenger seat, Kept tracing the cracks in the dashboard veneer, Said I only speak when I’m tasting defeat, Like I savour the ache more than having you here. Your hair caught the glow of a flickering sign, Turning the night into something dramatic, You said, “If you’re mine, then at least draw the line, Don’t love me like it’s just a habit.” [Pre-Chorus] You move like a dare that I can’t decline, All velvet and venom and subtle restraint, The more that you swear you’re no longer mine, The more that your voice makes a beautiful saint. [Chorus] (Reckless and red…) We were reckless and dressed in our Sunday best lies, Trading confessions for cheap little thrills, You said love was a gamble with crooked dice, I said, “Darling, I’ll play if you promise I will.” We were red as the stain on the tip of your tongue, Spinning in circles that felt like a waltz, If this is a war, then we’ve already won By losing ourselves in the things that we lost. [Bridge] So tip back the bottle and tell me again How we’re smarter than this and above the cliché, If honesty’s holy, then what have we been? Two saints with a taste for decay. You pull me close like you’re pulling a pin, Counting the seconds it takes to explode. If loving you is reckless, then let’s just give in, Let the piano confess what we don’t. [Final Chorus] (Maybe that’s why it feels like home…) We were reckless and dressed in our Sunday best lies, Letting the bitterness soften our bones, You said love was a gamble with bloodshot eyes, I said, “Maybe that’s why it feels like home.” We were red as the stain we refused to erase, Clinging to heat like it’s all that we know, If this is a fall, let’s fall from grace, Slow as a glass of merlot.