Pretty When It Burns

Pretty When It Burns
She moves like heaven, talks like hell
Every kiss a loaded spell
And I light it up just to feel clean
Nails like mercy, eyes like storms

We break the bed, then break the rules
Play war games in lover’s tools
She’s pretty when it burns–God, I know
Twists the blade but makes it slow

Sits like sin across my leg
Can’t run, can’t stay, can’t breathe, can’t learn

We scream in whispers, sleep in shame
Her lies taste sweet, her truths are steel
She makes the hurt feel fucking real
Still frame smiles that watched us fall

I watch her dress, she watches me
She’s pretty when it burns–no disguise
She claws my throat then makes me moan
Builds me up just to dethrone

Still–she’s pretty when it burns
There’s lust in every wound we carve
We don’t talk–just shatter skin

Her voice still calls from every room
And I swear I’ll go–but I never do
Since breaking free would mean losing you

She’s pretty when it burns–fire-fed
Lives in my lungs and fucks my head
And I kneel like I’ve been trapped
Can’t stop, can’t fix, can’t break, can’t yearn

She kisses like chains
Even angels sometimes
Clip their own wings