Venom in the Bathtub

Steam on the mirror

Mascara streaks

Black river down my face

Marble floor

Towel on the tiles

Half-dressed heart in your old band tee

Gold tap dripping like a clock

Phone screen lit with the fight we never finished

Lip cut

Taste a little iron

Say it’s “nothing” but it still keeps burning

Venom in the bathtub

Stinging where you touched me

Every little ouchie

You swear I imagined

Venom in the bathtub

Running off my shoulders

You made the cut and walked off

I’m the one who suffers

Studio lights

Harsh white

You say “one more take” while my voice is shaking

Headphones tight like a halo

But the lyrics feel like handcuffs on my skin

Nail marks on my own thigh

Keeping quiet so the track sounds pretty

You call it “art

” I call it damage

Different words for the same old bruise