Sweet Talk

They call it sweet talk

I hear the blade underneath

Smile with my head high

I know what I believe

Sugar on your tongue,

but I taste the warning

Pretty little lines try to dress up the storm

I used to lean in when the room got colder

Now I set the match and keep myself warm

You can turn the charm till the glass starts cracking

I can read the lie in the softest tone I am not

the girl who was waiting for rescue I built my throne out

of all those no's

Say my name like velvet

Try to pull me close

But I see the pattern

I know how it goes Count me out,

count me in Either way I rise All your sweet talk fades

when

I open my eyes

Sweet talk, sweet talk You can dress it up in gold Sweet

talk, sweet talk

I am not yours to hold I walk in,

crown on No fear in my bones Sweet talk,

sweet talk I turn it into power (oh-oh)

You send roses after every fracture Call it passion when the door

slams hard I learned the shape of a careful answer I learned

to leave before it leaves a scar

Now my steps hit clean on the marble New red lip and

a steady stare If you bring the game to my table Watch

me win it from my chair

Keep the compliments

Keep the crown of thorns I am done bending Just to look

adorned

Low lights, clear mind

I choose my own name

No more soft disguise

No more pretty chain (ah-ah-ah)

Sweet talk, sweet talk You can dress it up in gold Sweet

talk, sweet talk I am not yours to hold I walk in,

crown on No fear in my bones Sweet talk,

sweet talk I turn it into power

Talk nice, talk loud I still own the room

Sweet talk breaks down I bloom,

I bloom (oh-oh)

Sweet talk, sweet talk I turn it into power

Sweet talk, sweet talk I turn it into power (mmm)