(Verse 1)
You’re whispering "Goodnight" into the receiver
Like you’re the saint and I’m the believer.
You ask if I’m warm, you ask if I’m fine
But you’re careful not to cross the invisible line.
I’m lying here tracing the curve of my hip
Biting my tongue, biting my lip.
Your voice is a comfort, your voice is a ghost
But it’s not the part of you I’m missing the most.
I’m closing my eyes, and the room starts to spin
I’m tired of the static, I’m dying for skin.
(Pre-Chorus)
You play the "good guy," distant and sweet
But I know the animal underneath the sheet.
You say that the chemistry wasn't quite right?
Then why were you gripping the bedframe so tight?
(Chorus)
Stop talking, baby, and listen to me
I’m aching for things that you refuse to see.
I miss the friction, the slide, and the heat
I miss the way you made my body retreat.
I want your weight pressing me into the mattress
I’m tired of being a lonely actress.
I don't need a friend to ask how I’ve been
I need your hands on me, static and skin.
(Verse 2)
Do you remember the taste of my lips?
Did you keep that memory or throw out the scripts?
I remember the salt, I remember the spice
I remember wanting it once, maybe twice.
You say it’s platonic, you say we’re just "cool"
But you’re breaking the golden, unspoken rule.
You can’t feed a fire with water and air
You can’t pretend you don't wanna pull on my hair.
My hands are exploring where yours used to be
But it’s a hollow and cold substitute for me.
(Pre-Chorus)
You play the "good guy," distant and sweet
But I know the rhythm of your heartbeat.
You say that you don't have those feelings for me?
Then why did you shudder when I touched your knee?
(Chorus)
Stop talking, baby, and listen to me
I’m aching for things that you refuse to see.
I miss the friction, the slide, and the heat
I miss the way you made my body retreat.
I want your weight pressing me into the mattress
I’m tired of being a lonely actress.
I don't need a friend to ask how I’ve been
I need your hands on me, static and skin.
(Bridge)
(Music slows down, bass gets heavier)
If you were here...
I wouldn't let you speak.
I’d kiss you until your resistance got weak.
I’d slide my hand down the front of your jeans
And remind you exactly what "passion" means.
You can lie to your brain, you can lie to your heart
But I know how to make the other parts start.
(Guitar Solo)
(Slow, bluesy, and seductive)
(Chorus)
I miss the friction, the slide, and the heat
I miss the way you made my body retreat.
I want your weight pressing me into the mattress
I’m tired of being a lonely actress.
I don't need a friend to ask how I’ve been
I need your hands on me...
(Outro)
Static and skin.
Just skin.
(Soft exhale)
Come over.
(Call disconnect sound)
YSN
