Love me like a well-dressed weapon,

Kiss me so hard it’s offensive.

Pull me apart with designer precision,

Smile like it’s not a premeditated decision.

We touch — we imply, we ache,

Bend the truth ‘til it starts to break.

I almost said what I really felt,

But we’re not here for something heartfelt.

And the bass from the club

Was a heartbeat we borrowed,

Both of us bluffing

About caring tomorrow.

So don’t call this love —

Not in this lighting.

A dance floor lie that felt exciting.

We say just enough to stay mysterious,

Kiss like it’s casual,

Then vanish before it’s too serious.

Well-rehearsed and glamorized,

Hands that hesitate, then improvise.

You mouth a line I’ve heard before,

But I let you say it like it’s yours.

We flirt, then let it slip through,

Cover it up with another kiss.

A breath away from something true

but the rhythm pulls us through

Back to the game before we reveal too much,

The closeness burns like it’s asking for trust.

One more second and we’d get too reckless

Start finding meaning in a touch that’s meaningless.

So don’t call this love —

Not in this lighting.

A dance floor lie that felt exciting.

We say just enough to stay mysterious,

Kiss like it’s casual,

Then vanish before it’s too serious.

And the bass from the club

Was a heartbeat we borrowed,

Both of us bluffing

About caring tomorrow.