Tinted Trust

Fade out… come

back… Yeah

Too late… too close… You love me from a glass house Throw

stones in designer Say you got a soft heart But your hands

move lighter

Red lips, black Benz Smoke in the silence You don’t start fires

You just stand there smiling You love me when the lights low

Gone when the sun up Tell me that you need me Only

when you messed up I should know better But I still get

blinded

Cold little angel With a bad sense of timing

Phone glow, midnight Name hit the screen I said I moved on

But I ain’t that clean You got new friends With the same

old lies New dress,

same eyes Still cut like knives

Every word velvet Every touch rent-free You don’t want love You want

access to me I keep my heart locked You keep finding the

key Now the beat talk back Like,

“leave, leave, leave”

Leave now… stay though… Don’t trust… halo…

I hear you in the static

I see you in the smoke You kiss like a habit

Then vanish like a ghost

Glass house Black car No peace Too far

Come back… fade out…