

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You said you like your danger In a broken-in leather coat I keep my promises crooked Like the nails in my front porch posts You smile like gasoline Beggin’ for a match to move You think you’re playing fire But I wrote the rules [Chorus] I could do bad things to you The kind you don’t pray away Leave my name in every bruise Where your hands can’t wash the stain Drag your halo through my room ’til it’s bent and burned clean through You want the truth? I wanna do bad things to you [Verse 2] I talk like late October All frostbite and cigarette You follow every whisper Like a moth around my breath You say you’re tired of behaving Tired of being spared Baby Cross that line I’ll keep you there [Chorus] I could do bad things to you The kind you don’t pray away Leave my name in every bruise Where your hands can’t wash the stain Drag your halo through my room ’til it’s bent and burned clean through You want the truth? I wanna do bad things to you [Bridge] Lock the door Kill the light (shh) Let that pretty conscience fight Every “no” stuck in your throat Sounds a whole lot like “don’t stop” tonight (oh) [Chorus] I could do bad things to you The kind you don’t pray away Trace my sins along your skin ’til you’d curse anyone who saves Drag your halo through my room Leave it tangled in my boots You want the truth? I’m gonna do bad things to you
Tags
rock, Dusty gothic country-rock with male vocals; tremolo baritone guitar pulsing slow and swampy, twangy lead lines answering the vocal. Verses stay low and brooding with close-mic intimacy; chorus widens with slapback, stacked harmonies, and a thunderous floor-tom groove. Spring reverb on guitars, organ pads in the bridge, vocal growls and whispers riding right on the edge., country, male vocals, low, vocal, slow
4:08
No
2/17/2026