Saint sinner

He says I’m trouble in a velvet dress,

Whispers my name like a half-confessed sin.

Red wine lips, rosary ‘round my neck,

I tell him heaven never let me in.

I pray with my eyes closed, but my hands shake,

He swears I’m holy, but I know he’ll break.

Every lover wants to save my soul,

But I’m not something you can hold.

’Cause I’m a saint and a sinner,

Bleeding gold and glitter.

I cry in the mirror,

But I look like a winner.

I love like I’m dying,

Kiss like I’m lying,

Baby, I was born to burn —

Guess I’ll never learn.

He paints my portrait in cigarette smoke,

Tells me I’m the curse he always hoped to provoke.

My halo’s cracked, my mascara runs,

Every prayer ends when the night’s begun.

I wear heartbreak like perfume and pearls,

Play the saint in a sinner’s world.

He wants my light but not my ache,

Guess that’s the risk the lonely take.

’Cause I’m a saint and a sinner,

Bleeding gold and glitter.

I cry in the mirror,

But I look like a winner.

I love like I’m dying,

Kiss like I’m lying,

Baby, I was born to burn —

Guess I’ll never learn.

Lay me down in cherry wine,

Make me holy, cross the line.

If redemption’s just a show,

Then let the angels know — I tried.

I’m not asking to be forgiven,

Just to be seen, just to be driven.

If pain’s divine, then let it spin —

I’ll sin again, and call it love again.