[Talkbox – Spoken Intro] It’s ya boy Noha[Verse 1] Door half closed Light on low I come quiet You already know Knees on the carpet Chest to your chest I hand you my hunger You handle the rest Say what you want I’ll echo it back Soft little “yes” Hands on my back Every small order Cuts through the noise You write your name Inside my voice [Chorus] Hold me like a secret Hide me in your arms, in your arms (yeah) Make me feel chosen Bruised little heart in your palm Tell me I’m your favorite Say it till the word comes true I wanna be held, touched, loved I wanna feel special to you [Verse 2] Bite on my lip Eyes on the floor You lift my chin Ask what I’m for “Yours,” like a prayer Caught in my throat You trace your plans Right on my bones Praise in a whisper Burns like a bruise Every small mercy I’d die to lose Pull on my halo Tilt it in shame I give you my body To rewrite my name [Chorus] Hold me like a secret Hide me in your arms, in your arms (oh) Make me feel chosen Bruised little heart in your palm Tell me I’m your favorite Say it till the word comes true I wanna be held, touched, loved I wanna feel special to you [Bridge] If I fall too deep Will you catch that weight If I give you everything Will you guard that ache Chain me to kindness Lock me in trust I’m breaking on purpose To fit where you touch [Chorus] Hold me like a secret Hide me in your arms, in your arms Make me feel chosen Bruised little heart in your palm Tell me I’m your favorite Say it till the word comes true (so true) I wanna be held, touched, loved I wanna feel special to you
