Black Lace Bruise

“Black Lace Bruise” Verse 1 You slide your little secrets through my skin like sin You kiss me with a smile so sharp it cuts within sin You move your hips like trouble, pull me under, pull me in You make a game of hunger, let the fever slowly spin The room is wet with sweat and every breath is thick with sin Your nails leave tiny scriptures carved in red across my skin You never came to save me, you just came to watch me bend Then whispered like a devil, “Let the filth and fire begin” Verse 2 I taste your cheap perfume and all the lies beneath that glow You grind against my ruin like you love to make it show Your mouth says something holy but your hands say something low You drag me through your darkness like a place I used to know The black-red neon flickers and the whole room starts to glow You arch like wicked poetry and move like liquid slow I should’ve known you’d gut me by the way you stole the show Then left me in the wreckage with a pulse that wouldn’t slow Chorus If you want me, take me wrong Keep me wrecked all night too long Teeth on truth and hands on skin Pull me under, drag me in No clean light, just that red glow Sweat and smoke in a room hung low If you still crave me, lose control If you still care, don’t let it show Verse 3 You wear that black lace violence like a dare around your throat You press your body to me like a match against the smoke You make a bed of damage, then you laugh and call it hope You know I like it filthy, like I’m hanging from the rope Your voice is soft and venomous, a razor wrapped in smoke You kiss me like a loaded gun, then leave me there to choke You love the sound of breaking, every cry, each little joke Then trace your name upon me like a spell somebody spoke Bridge Don’t talk sweet when your hands talk dirt Don’t say love when you mean this hurt Don’t wear white when your soul’s all black Don’t pull me close just to pull me back You came for wreckage, came for heat Came for the blood beneath the sheets And I came too, so there it is A mouth full of poison calling this bliss