[Verse 1]
Black lipstick on a coffee cup
Cold rings on my lazy hands
Sunday in a thrift-store dress
Staring at the ceiling fan
Plants half-dead on the windowsill
Dust dancing in a crooked beam
Phone face-down
I let it buzz
I like the quiet and the ugly things
[Chorus]
I am my own dark church
Candle wax and chipped black nails
No one in my pews
And I’m content as hell
Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe
I don’t need your light
To feel complete in me
[Verse 2]
Boots lined up like little graves
Books stacked like barricades
Heart’s not broken
Just on strike
From everybody’s masquerade
Neighbors laugh through the paper walls
I hum along in a lower key
Let them chase their sugar highs
I’ll keep my sacred apathy
[Chorus]
I am my own dark church
Candle wax and chipped black nails
No one in my pews
And I’m content as hell
Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe
I don’t need your light
To feel complete in me
[Bridge]
Don’t call it lonely
When it feels like peace
Don’t call me tragic
When I’m finally free
Your world’s too loud
Your colors bleed
I’ll take my shadows
They’re all I need
[Chorus]
I am my own dark church
Candle wax and chipped black nails
No one in my pews
And I’m content as hell
Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe
I don’t need your light
To feel complete in me
(oh)
Alone in this black-haired quiet catastrophe
I finally like
Who lives inside of me