Her Perfume

(120 BPM warm Rhodes loop, 60 BPM half-time sub-bass drops)

You’re sitting on the couch with the TV down low,

Acting like a man who’s got nowhere else to go.

But the air in this room is shifting fast,

And the look on your face says the sweet talk won't last.

You look up and offer a tired smile,

But you haven't really looked me in the eyes in a while.

"Welcome home, babe, how was your night?"

While you’re checking your phone in the dim screen light.

(Fast rolling hi-hats enter)

How can you stand there?

Reaching for my hand, but I draw it right back

Watching the armor you built start to crack.

(Full Dark R&B beat, gliding 808 bass, warm synth pads)

I stepped in the hall and the room started spinning.

It’s a brand new game and you think that you're winning,

But it isn't the smoke, and it isn't the rain.

It’s this heavy sweet poison that’s driving me insane.

You’re wearing her perfume like it’s your own.

It’s on your clothes, and it's a violent reminder I’m sleeping alone.

It’s sweet and it’s heavy, and it's choking the air.

You brought her in here... and you just don't care.

(Beat thins out to a ticking rimshot and Rhodes)

I catch it on your collar. I catch it on your skin.

Where have you been?

The exact same moment the lies begin.

You say it’s just the ambient scent of the street,

But that stranger's expensive regret tasted sweet.

(Full dark electronic groove drops back in)

I stepped in the hall and the room started spinning.

It’s a brand new game and you think that you're winning,

But it isn't the smoke, and it isn't the rain.

It’s this heavy sweet poison that’s driving me insane.

You’re wearing her perfume like it’s your own.

It’s on your clothes, and it's a violent reminder I’m sleeping alone.

It’s sweet and it’s heavy, and it's choking the air.

You brought her in here... and you just don't care.

(Drums stop, low-pass filter, spacious underwater vocal effect)

Did you think you could just wash it away?

Scrub her off your skin by the break of day?

But the walls in this house remember her name,

And no amount of water can put out this flame.

You traded our years for an hour or two,

And left her signature all over you.

(Rhodes chords with side-chained pumping filter, drums slowly fade)

And now the room's spinning again.

You’re wearing her perfume, like it’s your own,

Like you didn't think I'd notice,

Like it's your own.

And honestly? It’s the loudest confession that I’ve ever known.