[Intro – Match Strike + Soft Thunder]
[Velvet curtains slide open]
She kissed like she knew secrets about death.
[Bass hum enters slowly]
And me?
I was lonely enough to listen.
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[Verse 1]
🎶
Velvet grave, she arrived perfume-heavy,
Black silk drippin’ like expensive confessions.
Gold on her fingers, danger in her posture,
Whole room froze when she crossed it.
Louisiana woman with hurricane eyes,
Smile soft but the soul look tired.
She whispered:
“Baby, pain make people beautiful.”
Then lit my cigarette like ritual.
Jazz crawl slow through the penthouse suite,
Rain hit hard on the balcony.
Her heels clicked like funeral drums,
Every step soundin’ elegant and doomed.
I told her:
“You look heaven-adjacent.”
She laughed:
“Nah, baby… just well-decorated damage.”
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[Hook – Choir + Deep Bass]
🎶
Velvet grave…
Pull me deep…
Love me slow where the ghosts don’t sleep.
Velvet grave…
Black lace touch…
Some kisses cost too much.
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[Verse 2]
🎶
Candles flicker underneath gold frames,
We makin’ love like thunderstorm rain.
She bit my neck then quoted scripture,
That Southern Gothic type affection hit different.
Her body warm but her spirit cold,
Probably why I held her close.
Two damaged souls in designer pain,
Tryna outkiss what we can’t explain.
She said:
“You ever notice rich people lonely?”
I said:
“Yeah… luxury just hide it better.”
Then she climbed in my lap slow-smilin’,
Like heartbreak itself turned seductive.
Now the room smell like roses and sin,
Codeine smoke and expensive gin.
Outside the swamp rain baptize the night,
Inside we drownin’ in candlelight.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Some people don’t enter your life to heal you.
They enter…
to mirror your damage beautifully.
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Black velvet underneath moonlit skies…
Love and death both glamorized.
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[Verse 3]
🎶
Morning came gray through the windowpane,
She vanished like smoke in rain.
Still left lipstick marks on the glass,
Like proof some ghosts don’t fully pass.
Now every time thunder roll through town,
I feel her perfume drift around.
Like Louisiana itself wear her face—
Beautiful, haunted, impossible to save.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Orchestra]
🎶
Velvet grave…
Hold me tight…
Till the candles lose they light.
Velvet grave…
Southern flame…
Some loves buried without a name.
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[Outro – Thunder + Slow Trumpet]
[Glass breaks softly in the distance]
She didn’t break my heart…
she just made the haunting prettier.
