Heaven Help Me

met you on a Tuesday
red lips, dark hair
asked me for ice
garlic olives—what a mess

I had them anyway
just to stay

she’s got that jet black hair
those dark red lips
and that long, slow stare
a laugh that could save
and when that eyebrow lifts—

heaven help me… I’m yours

intense and so, so real
you never question how I feel

dressed all in black
hair down my back
shot back some wine
just to feel fine

nerves all over the place
gone when I saw your face
God help me if this is wrong

I don’t ever wanna be right

she’s got that jet black hair
those dark red lips
and that long, slow stare
a laugh that could save
and when that eyebrow lifts—

heaven help me… I’m yours

you don’t even know what you do
how you walk in and ruin my truth
I was steady, I was fine
now you’re living in my mind

say my name like you don’t care
but I feel it hanging in the air
if this burns, I’ll take the flame
I’d do it all again

she’s got that jet black hair
those dark red lips
and that long, slow stare
a laugh that could save
and when that eyebrow lifts—

heaven help me… I’m yours

Dark indie R&B, female vocal, slow tempo, moody guitar, deep bass, sultry, intimate, cinematic tension