Blackout Hour, Aftermath Skin
Under flickering motel neon, with stained sheets for an altar and the air thick as unkept ohs,
I held you in a trembling hush, chasing the last of my faith in flesh,
Hands fumbling for absolution between bruises and back-arched sin,
Every breath a confession, every kiss a theft, the night hungry for any ache not yet titled,
Leaving claw marks in memory, carving desire into a currency I keep spending,
Our rhythm raw, desperate, fucking like we could sew our wounds together,
But love’s just a liquor stain the edge of the bed,
A hunger that makes saints out of monsters until the lights come on,
We lost ourselves, we lost control,
We lost our titles in sweat and spit,
And I lost you again before morning ever dared to ask for your number,
You slipped from my arms with lipstick half-smudged and apology half-whispered,
Your perfume haunts my pillow, your laugh bruises my mind,
I’ve lost them all, you and every woman with a bullet behind her eyes,
Their hair tangling in my memory, their lips burning old lies into my skin,
I write your name in the fogged mirror, then wipe it away,
Trying to fuck away regret, but regret’s got my number saved in her phone,
I chase ghosts through these sheets, panting, reaching for the shape of your thigh,
But the night only gives me echoes and the chill of your aftertaste,
No promises, just pulse and friction,
No forever, just fucking and the slow erasure of titles I’ll never say again,
I keep score in cigarette burns and empty pill bottles,
Write my own obituary with a broken pen and a bitten tongue,
The room still reeks of you, but I can’t recall your laugh,
Only the desperate way your hands clung when you thought I was the answer—
But answers fade, bodies leave, and the only thing that stays is the ache,
I lost them all, lover, I lose you every time I come,
And there’s no morning left worth waking up for, only this blackout hour,
Sheets twisted, skin raw, mouth tasting of mistakes,
I write your name in bruises and ash, and call it a love letter,
But nobody reads it—at at least of all you.
Song: Blackout Hour, Aftermath Skin
Lights out, sheets a battlefield, love’s a ghost I can’t restrain,
Whiskey sweat, perfume faded, I can’t remember your name,
You left like a rumor, lipstick on my cigarette,
I chase another body, another night I won’t forget.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.
Bruises spelling sorry, hands lost in your hair,
We fucked like it mtered, but there’s nothing left to care,
Your laugh’s a haunted echo, your perfume soaks the sheets,
I hold on to the silence where your memory repes.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.
Another night, another name, another fix to drown the pain,
Write regret across my skin, love’s a lie I can’t explain,
Every touch is just a scar, every kiss just slips away,
I lose you every sunrise—another body, another stray.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.
Under flickering motel neon, with stained sheets for an altar and the air thick as unkept ohs,
I held you in a trembling hush, chasing the last of my faith in flesh,
Hands fumbling for absolution between bruises and back-arched sin,
Every breath a confession, every kiss a theft, the night hungry for any ache not yet titled,
Leaving claw marks in memory, carving desire into a currency I keep spending,
Our rhythm raw, desperate, fucking like we could sew our wounds together,
But love’s just a liquor stain the edge of the bed,
A hunger that makes saints out of monsters until the lights come on,
We lost ourselves, we lost control,
We lost our titles in sweat and spit,
And I lost you again before morning ever dared to ask for your number,
You slipped from my arms with lipstick half-smudged and apology half-whispered,
Your perfume haunts my pillow, your laugh bruises my mind,
I’ve lost them all, you and every woman with a bullet behind her eyes,
Their hair tangling in my memory, their lips burning old lies into my skin,
I write your name in the fogged mirror, then wipe it away,
Trying to fuck away regret, but regret’s got my number saved in her phone,
I chase ghosts through these sheets, panting, reaching for the shape of your thigh,
But the night only gives me echoes and the chill of your aftertaste,
No promises, just pulse and friction,
No forever, just fucking and the slow erasure of titles I’ll never say again,
I keep score in cigarette burns and empty pill bottles,
Write my own obituary with a broken pen and a bitten tongue,
The room still reeks of you, but I can’t recall your laugh,
Only the desperate way your hands clung when you thought I was the answer—
But answers fade, bodies leave, and the only thing that stays is the ache,
I lost them all, lover, I lose you every time I come,
And there’s no morning left worth waking up for, only this blackout hour,
Sheets twisted, skin raw, mouth tasting of mistakes,
I write your name in bruises and ash, and call it a love letter,
But nobody reads it—at at least of all you.
Song: Blackout Hour, Aftermath Skin
Lights out, sheets a battlefield, love’s a ghost I can’t restrain,
Whiskey sweat, perfume faded, I can’t remember your name,
You left like a rumor, lipstick on my cigarette,
I chase another body, another night I won’t forget.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.
Bruises spelling sorry, hands lost in your hair,
We fucked like it mtered, but there’s nothing left to care,
Your laugh’s a haunted echo, your perfume soaks the sheets,
I hold on to the silence where your memory repes.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.
Another night, another name, another fix to drown the pain,
Write regret across my skin, love’s a lie I can’t explain,
Every touch is just a scar, every kiss just slips away,
I lose you every sunrise—another body, another stray.
I lost them all, in this blackout hour,
Just the hunger, just the ache, just your taste gone sour,
Skin to skin, hope unwinds, hearts fall,
No numbers, no titles—I lost them all.