[Verse 1 — singular female alto-mezzo, very close-mic, smoky low chest voice, lazy behind-the-beat phrasing, restrained seductive rasp] I hung the warning in the window You said the color made me look expensive in the light I told you I don’t do forever You heard the word forever and forgot what came before it twice [slight vocal fry, slower drag] You read the fine print with your mouth Like every little doubt was something you could turn around I keep moving all the furniture And somehow you still know where everything is now [Chorus — firmer low register, extremely forward vocal, dragged vowels on “good” and “difficult,” teasing pitch slides, no belting] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep kissing every warning Like it’s something physical [small breath catch, darker second pass] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep reaching for the damage Like you think it’s beautiful [Verse 2 — intimate and smoky, slightly huskier chest voice, loose phrasing behind the beat, controlled mouth sounds] I know exactly where to leave you Half convinced I’m coming back and half afraid I might I’ve been making little exits Then standing in the doorway just to watch you read me right [soft pitch fall, restrained rasp] I keep the room a little colder Just to feel the difference when you lean into my side There’s something ugly in the pleasure Of giving you enough to make you stay another night [voice softens but stays low, subtle airy flip at line endings] Then you touch me like you mean it And I forget which one of us was supposed to be amused I could blame you for the problem But I’ve been leaving every door unlocked for you [Chorus — low and controlled, heavier attitude, slight vocal fry, dragged vowels, minimal layering] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep kissing every warning Like it’s something physical [breath catch] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep reaching for the damage Like you think it’s beautiful [Breakdown — nearly dry vocal, bass drops away, intimate chest voice, slow deliberate phrasing] I keep calling this a habit Like a habit wouldn’t know my name [small pause, airy low flip] If I wanted something harmless I would’ve kept it that way [beat cut — breath only] But I didn’t [Final Chorus — darkest vocal take, smoky rasp, confident low register, lazy phrasing, controlled pitch slides, no stacked choir] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep kissing every warning Like it’s something physical [slight growl in chest tone, then soften] I can make it feel good I can make it difficult You keep reaching for the damage Like you think it’s beautiful [Outro — extremely close-mic, almost under the breath, soft fry, no sweetness] You make it look so easy Wanting what I told you Not to want
