Last Time on the Floor

[Verse 1]
Glass on the table
Lipstick print, half gone
You spin in my sweater
Like you might move on
Eyes like a warning
Say “stay” and “run” at once
You laugh at the movie
But you don’t sound like you
[Pre-Chorus]
Your hands on my waist feel colder
Than the ice in my empty glass
Every step that we take screams “over”
But I still keep asking
[Chorus]
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
Bodies close, hearts on the fault line
You’re in my arms, but already past me
Every turn feels like a goodbye
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
Hold your breath, don’t say you’ll let go
If you speak it, then I’ll start to know
This is our last song in slow motion
[Rap]
Yeah
Bare feet on the wood, but my soul in my shoes
Half in the room, half stuck on you
You say “I’m just tired,” yeah, I heard that too
Code for “I found a different point of view”
I clock the distance in the way that you sway
You used to fall into me, now you’re drifting away
I’m tracing every touch like a lifeline
Knowing in my stomach it’s a deadline
[Verse 2]
You hum the old chorus
But skip our favorite line
Smile like a stranger
Trying to be kind
I pull you in closer
Pretend I don’t see the signs
Your cheek on my shoulder
Feels like borrowed time
[Pre-Chorus]
Your breath on my neck gets quicker
But your gaze is on the door
Every spin makes the room blur thicker
I can’t pretend anymore
[Chorus]
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
Bodies close, hearts on the fault line
You’re in my arms, but already past me
Every turn feels like a goodbye
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
Hold your breath, don’t say you’ll let go
If you speak it, then I’ll start to know
This is our last song in slow motion
[Bridge]
Say it on the beat, I can take that hit (hey)
Rip off the bandage, don’t drag, don’t drift
If this is the end, make it clean, make it quick
Kiss me like a promise that you’re gonna break, quick
I’d rather bleed from the truth
Than freeze in your careful lies
So turn on the light, stop shading my sight
Or leave with the next sunrise
[Chorus]
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
Bodies close, hearts on the fault line
You’re in my arms, but already past me
Every turn feels like a goodbye
Are we coldwave dancing for the last time?
One more spin, then I’ll let you go
Fade to black on the afterglow
This is our last song in slow motion

rap, Moody alt-pop with female vocals; close, felted piano and soft reverb in the verses, distant analog pads pulsing under the surface. Choruses bloom with coldwave-inspired synth bass, tight electronic drums, and a subtle double-time hi-hat “paddle” for restless motion. Occasional whispered rap sections slip over half-time drops, then surge back into a bittersweet, danceable hook., heartfelt, pop, female vocals, moody