You led me on for the taste, for the spark Cold plate love, left a stain on my heart Say I’m done, yeah I say it a lot Still carving your name in the frost of the glass Late-night knock with the beat running crooked Dust on the needle but the groove still cooking I don’t wanna see your face in the glaze Too many slips, too many plates getting played Cut you off clean like grace before meals World too wide for the lies you conceal No seat left when the table gets real Fake smiles don’t survive how I feel You meant space to me—orbiting thoughts High in my head, got me tying up knots Double-loop heart, yeah it pull then it locks Sweet guilt dripping slow, candy-coated and hot Obsession hums in the back of the room Like a song you forget but you still always hum You fade in the smoke like a half-made dream Still glowing faint like a cracked TV screen Stars in the oven, sky on the plate Burnt sugar galaxies stuck in my fate Cold space chilling, but the bass stay low Love served warm even hours later cold Never give up, but I let it go Still hum that hook when I’m all alone Dusty beat, little swing, little hope Myth in the making through cracked bedroom smoke
