Lover

Style: Dark dance-pop with art-pop flair at a tense midtempo pulse, trap drums and sub-bass driving dark rap verses into bright chant hooks; verses stay clipped and close-mic with autotune sheen, pre-chorus opens into stacked falsetto and breathy doubles, chorus explodes with gang vocals and pitch-shifted ad-libs, reversed swells, and sparkly stutter FX bridge the drops; final chorus adds bigger harmonies and distorted kick. Bright, glossy, claustrophobic mix., rap, male vocals, bright, pop, Sad Grunge, strings)

I still taste your name

On the back of my tongue

Like cheap red wine

And a loaded gun

You call me at 3

Just to breathe in my ear

Say you hate what we were

Then pull me back near

And my friends say

“Boy, just let her go”

But they never saw your body

Lit up in the smoke

You got my fingerprints

Under your skin

And every time you leave

You break in again

—

You’re not my lover

But you move like one

Hands on my throat

Like a loaded love song

Tell me you’re done

Then you kiss me slow

Everybody sees the fire

But nobody knows

You’re not my lover

No, not anymore

But I still hear your heels

On my apartment floor

And I hate that I want ya

God, I do

Yeah I ruin myself

Just to get back to you

Lover

Lover

Lover

—

Black mascara tears

On the collar of my coat

You laugh when I bleed

Like it’s some kinda joke

Your new man stares

Like he already lost

Baby touching you

Always comes with a cost

I got your voice

Like a glitch in my head

Little pitch-shift ghosts

When I’m trying to sleep instead

And the bass hits hard

When your name comes up

Whole room going bright

While I’m throwing up love

—

You’re not my lover

But you move like one

Dance in the kitchen

With the TV on

Tell me you’re gone

Then you bite my lip

Leave another little scar

That I’ll never forget

You’re not my lover

That’s what you say

But your shadow still sleeps

On my side of the bed

And I hate that I need ya

More than truth

Yeah I ruin myself

Every time I choose you

Lover

Lover

Lover

—

(bridge — whispered / distorted)

Cut the lights

Kill the sound

You come back

When I drown

Red eyes

Fast heartbeat

You taste like

Bad memories

I know

I know

You’ll destroy me slow

But baby—

so what?

—

You’re not my lover

You’re a sickness I keep

Pretty little nightmare

That I don’t wanna leave

And the drums get louder

While the whole world spins

I hear your voice screaming

“Do it all again”

You’re not my lover

Still I call you mine

Like a prayer in reverse

Or a beautiful crime

And I hate that I love ya

But I do

Yeah I ruin myself

Just to feel close to you

Lover

Lover

Lover

Come ruin me too