(Verse 1)
The lamp is a bleeding eye in the corner of the room
I’m drinking the velvet, I’m inhaling the gloom
You taught me that verbs are just hooks for the skin
So tell me, Professor, where do I begin?
I’ve got your favorite chapter folded at the spine
Like a ribcage breaking, I’m making it mine.
(Pre-Chorus)
One sip for the secret, two for the shame
I’m writing a sonnet in the soot of your name
The screen is flickering, a ghost in the red
I’m the only living thing inside of your head.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m obsessed with the way you watch me drown
In the heavy silk of this academic gown
It’s romantic, it’s ruin, it’s a beautiful sin
I’m the ink on the page, you’re the needle on skin.
Lure me into the dark where the metaphors bite
I’m your favorite mistake on a Tuesday night.
Sexy and lethal, a slow-motion wreck
Can you feel my footnotes on the back of your neck?
(Verse 2)
The hand on the page—is it mine or is it yours?
I’m unlocking the deadbolts, I’m opening doors
You wanted a muse, but you got a machine
That eats every word that you didn't quite mean.
The wine is too dark and the film is too slow
But I’m not leaving 'til you tell me to go...
(And we both know you won't).
(Bridge)
(Whispered)
Read between the lines.
I’m the ghostwritten girl.
I’m the plot twist you never saw coming.
Taste the lead in the pencil.
Taste the iron in the wine.
(Outro)
Submit.
I’m your final assignment.
Grade me on the curve of my smile.
Sexy...
Obsessed...
Yours.