Verse 1
Lipstick lies on a cigarette grin,
We’re dancing on the edge of “don’t let them in.”
Your jacket’s torn, my halo’s cracked,
We’re holy and hopeless and not going back.
Bathroom mirrors preaching self-love sins,
We write our names where the trouble begins.
Everyone’s yelling what we should be,
But silence tastes better when you’re next to me.
Pre-Chorus
They say we’re too loud, too wrong, too wild,
But chaos looks good when you let it smile.
Chorus
We’re sugar-burned hearts with electric blood,
Too sweet to hate, too weird to love.
Spit-shine dreams in a broken town,
We don’t need crowns just to tear this down.
Call us poison, call us art,
We’re bubblegum souls with riot hearts.
Yeah, we’re a mess, yeah, we’re alive,
Cotton candy bruises and ultraviolet pride.
Verse 2
Tattoos talking louder than prayer,
Every scar says “I survived somewhere.”
We kiss like the world’s about to cave,
Middle fingers raised like we’re feeling brave.
Static love in a midnight car,
Singing off-key like rockstars.
They want us neat, they want us tame,
But I learned my truth in the spit and flame.
Pre-Chorus
If fitting in feels like losing skin,
I’d rather bleed than pretend again.
Chorus
We’re sugar-burned hearts with electric blood,
Too sweet to hate, too weird to love.
Spit-shine dreams in a broken town,
We don’t need crowns just to tear this down.
Call us poison, call us art,
We’re bubblegum souls with riot hearts.
Yeah, we’re a mess, yeah, we’re alive,
Cotton candy bruises and ultraviolet pride.
Bridge
If I’m too much, then don’t look away,
I learned to glow from the things they say.
We’re not mistakes, we’re fireworks,
Born from the hurt, still know our worth.
Final Chorus
We’re sugar-burned kids with a reckless spark,
Painting our names in the after-dark.
Love me loud or don’t at all,
I’d rather scream than slowly crawl.
Call us broken, call us free,
We’re the colors they’re scared to see.
Yeah, we’re a mess, yeah, we survive,
Cotton candy souls in a razor-wire life.
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