(Verse) She keep me satisfied, like velvet on the tongue, Soft hands stitch the silence when the day is done. We ride slow through the static, your laugh like a cure, But my mirror keeps asking for an answer, obscure. I count kisses like constellations on my skin, Still hungry for the spotlight where love begins. She gives me warmth, yeah, she fills the void, But applause in the dark — that’s the drug I can’t avoid. (Pre-Chorus) Neon halo, halo, glow on my floor, She’s everything I need, but I keep wanting more. Told myself I’m honest, told myself it’s pure, Now I whisper in the pillow, does that make me a whore? (Chorus) She keeps me satisfied, still my heart wants to be adored, Tell me am I selfish? Tell me am I flawed? In the moonlight I confess to wanting more — Does that make me a whore? Does that make me a whore? (Drop) (Ooh — floating out, like rain on a rooftop) (Beat snaps back in — vaporwave haze) (Verse) I wear your love like a jacket in winter storms, But the crowds in my head want me back in their arms. Digital roses, comments glowing like stars, Validation’s a mirror with a thousand scars. I’m not tryna hurt her, I’m not tryna run, Just caught between two sunrises, two types of love. She anchors my nights, but applause feeds my core, This tug-of-war inside — yeah, it’s more than a war. (Pre-Chorus) Neon halo, halo, burn on the floor, She’s everything I need, but I keep wanting more. Told myself I’m honest, told myself it’s pure, Now I whisper in the pillow, does that make me a whore? (Chorus) She keeps me satisfied, still my heart wants to be adored, Tell me am I selfish? Tell me am I flawed? In the moonlight I confess to wanting more — Does that make me a whore? Does that make me a whore? (Bridge) I don’t want the title, don’t want the shame, Just want my feelings named, not buried in blame. If loving both the quiet and the roar is a crime, Then lock up my chest, put a timestamp on time. But she looks at me gentle, says, “Love ain’t a score,” Still the crowd screams louder, what am I living for? (Pre-Drop) Hold me close, tell me true, drown the static of the show, I’m tired of choosing sides when the lines don’t wanna go. (Drop — full emo EDM eruption, synths cascading, vocal chops: “more — more — more”) (Instrumental break — let the heartache glow in neon) (Final Chorus) She keeps me satisfied, still my heart wants to be adored, I’m learning how to ask for both, learning how to be restored. In the moonlight I confess, not asking for war — If that makes me a sinner, maybe so, maybe more. But she holds me, I hold her, we redefine the score — Does that make me a whore? Maybe — but I’m yours.
