Comfort Is A Weapon

[Verse 1]
Black nail polish on my teeth
Biting down just to feel something
Staring at my phone like a gun
Every unsent text another bullet in the chamber
I say I'm fine in lowercase
Type "haha" with my hands still shaking
Let the tears run under eyeliner
Like ink bleeding through the margins of a suicide note
[Chorus]
Comfort is a weapon in your hands
You hold me like you hope that I won't heal
Every "are you okay?" cuts deeper when you leave
Love is where it hurts the most to feel
I keep crawling back to where it breaks
Hoping my pain can be your shield
Comfort is a weapon in your hands
You pull the trigger every time you say you care
[Verse 2]
I scroll your page at 3 a.m.
Counting all the girls that look less broken
Tell myself I'm just a habit
Something you pick up when you can't sleep
I talk sweet, soft, suicidal
Turn my veins into a place for you to hide
You say my words help keep you breathing
So why do I suffocate each time you say my name?
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] If my hurt keeps you alive
Would you miss me if I finally got better?
If I stopped bleeding in your hands
Would you have a reason to remember me at all?
[Chorus]

rap, Bleak emo-trap with melodic rap cadences, female vocals. Sparse minor-key keys and distant bell plucks over a brooding, detuned bass; dry, upfront vocal, tight room reverb on ad-libs. Verses stay half-whispered and confessional, 2-step hats ticking steadily; chorus lifts with doubled hooks, distorted backing screams tucked behind the lead. Final section strips to keys and bass, letting the last line hang raw in the silence., raw, emo