

Midnight on your skin Blue light in the room
You don’t say a word
You never have to
Come close Don’t talk
I know that look I know that dark Your hands move slow
Like you got all night
But every time you touch me
Something don’t feel right Still—
I let you in.
Again.
You’re quiet like a warning
Sweet like something tragic I know I should run
But you feel—
Like velvet static Soft until it burns
Every time I leave you Something pulls me back and turns Velvet
static
Running through my nerves
You feel like heaven With a little bit of hurt
Smoke hangs low Your shadow bends We say “this is the last
time” Then start again
Your kiss tastes cold Your heartbeat lies But I keep finding heaven
In the worst damn nights Maybe I love the damage
Maybe I love the fall
Maybe I only want you When you don’t want me at all
Pull me
under Nice and slow
Tell me something
I already know You’re bad for
me
I know. I know.
SO WHY DO I STILL COME BACK?
WHY DO I STILL NEED THAT?
EVERY TIME I CUT THE WIRE
YOU LIGHT ME
UP
AND PULL ME BACK
VELVET STATIC SOFT UNTIL IT BURNS I KEEP TOUCHING FIRE
LIKE I’LL NEVER FUCKING LEARN VELVET STATIC RUNNING THROUGH MY NERVES IF
THIS IS HEAVEN— LET IT HURT.
Come close. Don’t talk.
Just burn. (hummmm)