Moths In My Ribcage

[Verse 1]
You walk in
The air goes thin
Not magic
More like breathing in a flame
Every touch
A tiny wing
Shakes loose
Still I hover when you say my name
[Chorus]
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Paper-thin
Crashing into every heartbreak
Drawn to your fires
I keep flying in
Fragile things
Folding on your skin
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Soft little fools that never learn the way
You burn me down
I still turn to you
All these moths
Still choosing you
[Verse 2]
You say "stay
" I know that taste
Ashes
On the back of every vow
I trace your face like it's a lamp
Too bright
Just close enough to keep me bowing down
[Chorus]
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Paper-thin
Crashing into every heartbreak
Drawn to your fires
I keep flying in
Fragile things
Folding on your skin
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Soft little fools that never learn the way
You burn me down
I still turn to you
All these moths
Still choosing you
[Bridge]
Maybe I was never built for gentle
Maybe I mistook the scorch for sentimental
Tell me why my chest lights up
Every time you twist that knife (oh)
[Chorus]
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Paper-thin
Crashing into every heartbreak
Drawn to your fires
I keep flying in
Fragile things
Folding on your skin
I don't get butterflies
I get moths in my ribcage
Soft little fools that never learn the way
You burn me down
I still turn to you
All these moths
Still choosing you (yeah)

Smoky indie-pop ballad with female raspy vocals, intimate electric piano and brushed drums at the start; chorus widens into airy pads, warm bass, and stacked harmonies. Subtle tremolo guitar glows at the edges. Dynamics swell on each hook, then pull back to near-whispered lines, spotlighting the raw, bruised delivery.