I sleep with shadows under my skin,
nightmares whisper sweet nothings again.
Got a halo made of cigarette ash,
and a heart that beats in broken glass.

My prayers got venom in the veins,
I talk to God like we both in chains.
He said “child, you still got grace,”
I said “then why you let me rot in this place?”

Lipstick smeared like battle paint,
laughin' in rooms that echo with saints.
But ain’t no salvation in these eyes,
just reruns of love and the prettiest lies.

My mirror don’t blink when I break,
it’s seen the girl I let the world take.
Cut out my tears, stitched them with rage,
now I write soft death on every page.

I’m the ghost they warned you about,
the girl who feels too deep to shout.
I touch fire like it’s a friend,
and call the end before the end.

So if you love me, know this game:
I don’t do sunshine, I dance with pain.
But if you brave, and hold the flame
you’ll learn why midnight knows my name.