Backseat Confessions

You smell like her on your sweater

Lip gloss stain on my couch

You come home talkin’ ‘bout pressure

Phone face down, screen blacked out

I scroll, see hearts on your photo

But that text thread cuts my pride

“Miss last night, can’t wait for solo”

Typed last week, same damn time

Backseat confessions, sweat on the window

You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow

Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath

You kill what we had then you beg it to death

Backseat confessions, claws in my skin

You moan out my name but you whisper her sins

Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself

I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (yeah)

You grab my hair like a handle

Bite my neck, say “you’re the one”

I see her face in the shadows

Hear her laugh in every grunt

I hate the taste, but I crave it

Every thrust feel like a lie

Every high hit like a hatred

Every climax wanna cry

Backseat confessions, sweat on the window

You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow

Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath

You kill what we had then you beg it to death

Backseat confessions, claws in my skin

You moan out my name but you whisper her sins

Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself

I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (nah)

Who’s worse, you or me?

You cheat, I let it be

I drown in dirty sheets

To feel you needin’ me

Who’s worse, you or me?

Your lies, my loyalty

Your hands, my habits

We both in too deep (too deep)

Backseat confessions, sweat on the window

You lie in my bed but your mind in her pillow

Sex on your conscience, lust on your breath

You kill what we had then you beg it to death

Backseat confessions, claws in my skin

You moan out my name but you whisper her sins

Cheating on me while I’m cheating myself

I’m angry, I’m guilty, but I still don’t leave (still don’t leave)