Midnight On Your Tongue

[Verse 1]
You pull up in that thrifted jacket
Eyes say, “don’t you start”
Phone glow on your face
Like a warning in the dark
You talk about your week
Then you twist it into us
Every sentence tastes
Like a dare I wanna trust
[Chorus]
Why you got midnight on your tongue?
Every word you drop comes out undone
Say “we’re bad news”
Then you move in closer (closer)
You say you hate the way we run
But you keep on dancing like we’re young
If we’re bad news
Why I still want you over? (over)
[Verse 2]
You laugh about the ones who left
Like it never left a scar
Say you’re better on your own
But you’re tracing on my arm (yeah)
You swear you never stay too long
You’re allergic to the rush
But your hands don’t match your mouth
Every touch keeps giving us up
[Chorus]
Why you got midnight on your tongue?
Every word you drop comes out undone
Say “we’re bad news”
Then you move in closer (closer)
You say you hate the way we run
But you keep on dancing like we’re young
If we’re bad news
Why I still want you over? (over)
[Bridge]
You talk like endings
Walk like starting
Heart half-empty
Room still crowded
You say “don’t call”
But your stare says “call me”
So which one’s real?
‘Cause my guard keeps falling (falling)
[Chorus]
Why you got midnight on your tongue?
Every word you drop comes out undone
Say “we’re bad news”
Then you move in closer (closer)
You say you hate the way we run
But you keep on dancing like we’re young
If we’re bad news
Why I still want you over? (yeah)
Why I still want you over?

rap, Moody trap–deep house hybrid with male vocals; swung, shuffling drums and rubbery sub carry the low end. Dusty, detuned keys pulse in soft chords; verses sit intimate and close-mic’d with subtle room tone. Chorus opens with brighter filtered keys and a funky bass line that pushes the dance groove. Light, airy pads in the back half, with ad-lib stacks and whispered doubles for a late-night, smoky-club feel., moody, male vocals, deep house, minimal, lo-fi, funky