Bent to fit my grip

[Verse 1]  
Couch light, TV on, but my eyes only trace your outline  
You’re humming with your phone in your hand, but I’m already planning how I’ll redesign  
Thumb on your chin, tilt your face till it lines up with my favorite view…
You talk about your day, I’m thinking, “yeah, that’s cute, but I know what that mouth’s gonna do”  Knees on the carpet, then I change my mind and drag you back to where I sit  
I don’t ask what you want, I just rotate you around until your spine fits my …grip  
You reach for my shoulders, I tap your hands down like, “no, keep ‘em where I put”  
You don’t even see it yet, but every inch of you is getting rearranged by my ..touch  

[Pre-Chorus]  
You’re not a question, you’re a pose I haven’t tried yet  
Bend a little deeper, I’ll tell you when you’ve hit it  

[Chorus]  
You bend to fit my grip, not the other way around  
I press you into shapes until you barely make a sound  
You’re not breaking, you’re just molded where my fingers sink in  
You’re the frame, I’m the hands that keep deciding where you’ve been  You bend to fit my grip, every angle that I trace  
Turn you, tilt you, hold you till obedience’s in your face  
You can beg, but begging’s just the background noise I like  
You’re the toy and I’m the reason that your edges feel this …..tight  

[Verse 2]  
I tilt your head forward, thumb at the base of your neck till your breath cuts short  
Then lift your chin higher, just enough that you’re stuck between a plea and a choke in your ….throat  
Hips on my lap, but I slide you off-center, make the line imperfect on purpose  
You try to find your own rhythm, I pin you in place like, “nah, you move when I surface”  Hands twitch up my chest, I catch your wrists and dock them at your sides  
“Hold still, don’t help, I wanna feel what it’s like when you only get to ride”…
You whisper my name like it’s some kind of leverage, some kind of key

[Pre-Chorus]  
You’re not a question, you’re a pose I haven’t tried yet  
Bend a little deeper, I’ll tell you when you’ve hit it  

[Chorus]  
You bend to fit my grip, not the other way around  
I press you into shapes until you barely make a sound  
You’re not breaking, you’re just molded where my fingers sink in  
You’re the frame, I’m the hands that keep deciding where you’ve been  You bend to fit my grip, every angle that I trace  
Turn you, tilt you, hold you till obedience’s in your face  
You can beg, but begging’s just the background noise I like  
You’re the toy and I’m the reason that your edges feel this …..tight  

[Bridge]  
Every time you reach for more, I move the line back one more inch  
Watch you chase the ghost of what you want while I relax and barely flinch  
You’re shaking like you’re fragile, but I know better than your spine  
You won’t snap, you’ll just remember every place my hands designed….

[Soft Break / Tag]  
So hold your breath, don’t move, don’t slip  
You only come when you’ve bent to fit my …grip

Slow-burn, denial-focused alt-R&B/metal track with Sleep Token weight, all about power-play, edging