(Intro — breathy, pulled)
Your shadow slides across my kitchen floor,
Like stained glass promises I can’t ignore.
(Verse 1)
You come in satin, come in slow, like a rumor at midnight,
Pouring sugar in the silence, neon bleeding through the blinds.
We set the slow burn, candlelit confessions on the sill,
Two strangers in the mirror — same bad habits, same cheap thrill.
Your laugh tastes like lightning, your smile tastes like sin,
I trace the bruise of yesterday where your fingertips have been.
(Pre-Chorus)
We both know the damage, we both sign in blood,
Still every crooked promise tastes like love.
(Chorus — wide, aching)
Velvet and venom, honey on the blade,
We’re beautiful poison every time we trade.
Velvet and venom, warm and cruel, and true —
You pull me under, and I pull you through.
(Verse 2)
You carry winter in your pockets, winter in your hands,
I keep a map of wreckage where our reckless love lands.
We swap apologies like cigarettes at dawn,
Burn the pages of the past, then wonder why we’re drawn.
Your voice is a confession that I memorize by heart,
We’re both a little broken, both a little sharp.
(Pre-Chorus)
We could walk away clean, we could walk away whole,
But we learn to crave the undertow.
(Chorus — fuller)
Velvet and venom, honey on the blade,
We’re beautiful poison every time we trade.
Velvet and venom, warm and cruel, and true —
You pull me under, and I pull you through.
(Bridge — intimate, urgent)
Tell me it’s madness, tell me it’s fate,
We love like we’re running from something we can’t name.
I keep your letters in a box that won’t close,
You keep my ghosts in pockets that you won’t expose.
We’re a midnight highway with no end in sight,
Soft as a sin beneath the city light.
(Breakdown — whispered then swelling)
If you’re the flame, then I’m the moth,
If you’re the wound, I’m the lost and soft.
If we’re both the cure and the disease,
Then stay — let the sickness be our peace.
(Chorus — last, soaring)
Velvet and venom, honey on the blade,
We’re beautiful poison every time we trade.
Velvet and venom, warm and cruel, and true —
You pull me under, and I pull you through.
(Outro — fragile, lingering)
So keep your velvet, keep your venom close,
We’re a crowded silence nobody knows.
Two hearts in a crooked frame, beating the same wrong tune —
Velvet and venom, under this ruined moon