© 2026 FOOTLOSE — Rights reserved. Concept, lyrics, artistic direction, prompting and final editing: Footlose. AI assistance: Mistral & ChatGPT. Music, sound design and vocals generated with Suno AI. Contains AI-generated elements. Commercial use subject to applicable Suno Pro terms. ---- I keep my hands in borrowed pockets, smile like I learned it from a screen. You walk in bright, I dim the room out, like I was never meant to be seen. I speak too early, laugh too late, trip on every honest thought— when you look right through my chest, it hurts more than it ought. You want a quiet kind of damage, a tidy scar you can explain. But I’m a storm with good intentions— say my name, then feel the rain. We don’t fit, but we collide, I carry love like a heavy cross. You pull back, then you pull me wide— I carry love like a heavy cross. Say “stay,” then flinch, then change the cost, I carry love like a heavy— heavy cross. Heavy—cross. Heavy—cross. I dress my doubts in neon armor, I dance so I don’t disappear. You’re sharp edges and soft pleading, close enough to make me fear. I bite my tongue until it sparks truth, I kiss the bruise you call “a sign,” every promise turns to static when your hands stop touching mine. I want you clean, I want you holy, I want you far from what I am. But when I try to leave your gravity, I fall right back into your hands. We don’t fit, but we collide, I carry love like a heavy cross. You pull back, then you pull me wide— I carry love like a heavy cross. Say “stay,” then flinch, then change the cost, I carry love like a heavy— heavy cross. If I’m the bad idea you revisit, why keep me on your tongue? Because it’s real. If I’m the shadow in your doorway, why open when I come? Because I feel. I hate myself in your reflection, love how it breaks my pride— Then let it break. I’m not the one you should be choosing… Then don’t you hide. Hold me—right now. We don’t fit, but we collide, I carry love like a heavy cross. You pull back, then you pull me wide— I carry love like a heavy cross. Say “stay,” then flinch, then change the cost, I carry love like a heavy— heavy cross. I’m not your saint… mm— …but I’m yours.
