Dark Romance, Bare Minimum

[Verse 1]
You call me an antique
I’m three years older
Smile when you say it
But your hands come closer
You drink like you’re fearless
I sip like I’ve seen this
You chase every feeling
I already dreamed it
[Pre-Chorus]
You say “teach me” and lean in slow
Acting innocent
We both know
You like them older
You like control
Till you lose it all
[Chorus]
You call me an antique
I call it experience
You write me as a phase
I’m carved in your conscience
You like them older anyway
Say you hate it
But you stay
You say “you’re not my dad”
I laugh
“I’m daddy” (yeah)
[Verse 2]
I give you the queen treatment
It’s really just base line
Open doors
Send one text
You act like it’s divine
You kiss like confession
But you pray in my bed
You say it’s just tension
Till I live in your head
[Pre-Chorus]
You say “ruin me” soft and low
Dark mascara on my throat
Halo crooked
Hand on gold
We’re already sold
[Chorus]
You call me an antique
I call it experience
You write me as a phase
I’m carved in your conscience
You like them older anyway
Say you hate it
But you stay
You say “you’re not my dad”
I grin
“I’m daddy” (hey)
[Bridge]
Crown on crooked pillows
Thorns under your knees
You wanted a fairytale
I offered you the teeth
Kiss you like a promise
Break you like a habit
Love you in the shadows
Call that dark romantic
[Chorus]
You call me an antique
I call it experience
You write me as a phase
I’m carved in your conscience
You like them older anyway
Say you hate it
But you stay
You say “you’re not my dad”
I whisper
“I’m daddy”
Give you the queen treatment
Call it the bare minimum

Moody alt-R&B with male vocals, detuned keys and a slow, knock-heavy groove; verses stay close and conversational with distorted bass and filtered drums, pre-chorus lifts via airy pads, chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a subtle choir patch, final hook rides a half-time feel and reverb-drenched ad-libs