Verse 1
There’s a black stain dawn puts on the kitchen floor,
Coffee tastes like regret and unpaid wars,
My hands shake from work, not fear, not prayer,
Just a long damn day and a short-ass temper to spare.
She looks at me like she’s dared me to break,
Like she knows I’m the last bad choice she’ll make,
We don’t talk much—talk’s been dead for years,
We speak in scars and sweat and disappear.
Chorus
I fuck up most things I ever touch,
Say the wrong shit, drink too much,
But when I pull her close and the lights go blind,
I remind her she’s still fuckin’ mine.
Yeah it’s dark, it’s rough, it ain’t sweet or clean,
It’s a mean kind of love in the in-between,
Leave her legs weak, leave the room a mess,
Like we fought God and lost our breath.
Verse 2
We’ve screamed our throats raw over bullshit and bills,
Sat silent so long it damn near kills,
She knows the worst parts I try to drown,
I know exactly how to pin ‘em down.
There’s a look she gets when she’s had enough,
Like “don’t talk, don’t think, just shut me up,”
So I do—no mercy, no pause, no shame,
Just pressure and heat and sayin’ her name.
Chorus
I ain’t gentle, I ain’t kind,
I’m a hard-earned habit she can’t unwind,
Grip the edge like the floor’s gone thin,
Yeah, I make her forget where she’s been.
Call it toxic, call it fucked up trust,
But it’s the only place we don’t rust,
We come undone, then crawl back dressed,
Like sinners who needed the violence of yes.
Bridge
World wants us quiet, numb, and tame,
But we burn too wrong to play that game,
Every bruise is just proof we’re real,
Every shake reminds us what we still feel.
Last Chorus
I fuck up love in the daylight hours,
But I own the dark, I own that power,
When the house goes still and the doubts all scream,
I fuck her like it’s the last damn thing.
Not pretty, not holy, not safe or clean,
Just two grown souls gettin’ savage and mean,
Yeah the morning might judge, I don’t give a shit—
She’ll walk different, and I’ll live with it.
WhiteRhino
