[Verse 1] You came in late with a split black heel, wet from the gutter, dressed to steal. Mascara running like engine stain, cheap gold hoops and a head gone strange. Your grin was bent like a snapped off key, all wrong angles and bad TV. You said, “come close, I don’t bite for free,” then sank your laugh straight into me. [Pre-Chorus] Back room stink, fruit machine glow, everyone here’s got nowhere to go. [Chorus] We are cold tea, cut lip gloss, dance like we’ve got nothing left to lose. You’ll chew through love, you’ll cough up trust, this town turns silk and skin to rust. Still I want your filthy mouth, your broken crown, your going south. No clean hands, no sainted heart — we were bad news from the start. [Verse 2] You wore the dark like a butcher’s grin, all torn lace and nicotine. Your stockings laddered up both knees, like you’d crawled here through misery. You kissed like a threat in a public fight, half gutter prayer, half closing night. I tasted salt, old smoke, cheap gin, the kind of love that peels your skin. [Pre-Chorus] Tiles all sweat, taps all leak, everybody here’s too tired to speak. [Chorus] We are cold tea, cut lip gloss, dance like we’ve got nothing left to lose. You’ll sell your sleep for one more spark, then wake up raw and miss the dark. Still I drag my boots through sparks, still I kiss like dogs in parks. No clean hands, no sainted heart — we were bad news from the start. [Bridge] I seen girls like you in the piss-stained dawn, red mouth fading, eyeliner gone. Seen boys go soft, seen teeth go black, seen half this city never come back. Love ain’t gold, it’s phlegm and spit, a match gone wrong, a bitten wrist. But Christ, when it burns, it burns up clean — mean little angel in dirty jeans. [Breakdown] Then watch me burn, watch me crawl, watch me laugh with my back to the wall. You call it wrecked, I call it want, you call it sin — I know it haunts. [Final Chorus] We are cold tea, cracked back rooms, perfume drowned in stale smoke fumes. You’ll love too hard, then pay in bone, every wild thing dies alone. Then let me howl, let me bruise, let me wear the things I lose. No white flag, no soft restart — we were bad news from the start. [Outro] Bad blood, bad luck. Good kiss, hard cut. Same old dive. Still alive. Still alive.
