Verse 1
You move like smoke through my bedroom door
No knock, no warning anymore
I swore I locked you out my veins
But you drip back in like summer rain
Your love’s a blade with velvet sides
Cuts me slow, but feels so right
I trace the wound like it’s artwork
Kiss the pain just to make it worse
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Pre-Chorus (soft, breathy)
You taste like danger on my tongue
Sweet as sin, but sharp in my lungs
Every red flag turns burgundy
When it’s wrapped around me
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Chorus (haunting, melodic)
I hate the way I love you
Like a bruise that starts to bloom
Purple turning pretty
Underneath the moon
You ruin me in whispers
And I let you do what you do
God, I hate the way
I ache for you
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Verse 2
You hold me like a loaded gun
Safety off but I still run
Into your arms like they’re my home
Even though they break my bones
You say my name like a prayer at night
But treat my heart like a streetlight
Only on when you need the glow
Then leave me flickering alone
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Pre-Chorus
I know you’re poison in perfume
But I still breathe you in my room
My intuition screaming truth
But I silence it for you
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Chorus (more layered, heavier)
I hate the way I love you
Like a storm I won’t outrun
You flood my chest with chaos
Then disappear with the sun
You tear me open softly
Like I asked you to
And I hate that I
Still choose you
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Bridge (very raw, almost spoken confession)
Maybe I romanticize the wreckage
Call it passion, call it fate
Maybe I confuse addiction
With the way your hands would shake
You don’t love me —
You consume me
And I let you every time
’Cause being destroyed by you
Feels better than being fine
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Breakdown (whispered harmonies)
I wear your fingerprints like jewelry
Every bruise a memory
Every lie a lullaby
You sing me back to sleep
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Final Chorus (bigger but still aching)
I hate the way I love you
Like it’s holy, like it’s wrong
Like a church built out of heartbreak
Where I’ve been kneeling too long
You’re the habit I can’t break
The truth I won’t admit to
I don’t hate you…
I just hate
The way
I love you.
(Guitar cries out, long fade, layered “I hate it… I love you…” in the background)
