Lyrics

(Yeah…)
You’re not here,
But I feel you.
Still want you…
Still ache for you.

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[Verse 1]
If you were here in the morning,
I’d keep you under these sheets,
Slide my hands like slow confession,
Breathe you in, skin to heat.
No alarms, no space between,
Just lips, and hips, and everything.
Sunlight painting you in gold—
You’d beg me not to let go.

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[Pre-Chorus]
No words, just sounds,
My name in your breath.
Fingertips down your back,
Love drawn in sweat.

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[Chorus]
But you’re not here,
So I grip this pillow tight.
Wanna text wild things,
But I hold back every night.
I see you there—
Hair a mess, lips partin’ slow,
If morning found you wrapped in me,
Not these shadows I can’t hold.

And damn…
This distance—
It burns like want I can’t touch.
That cruel kind of beautiful
That hurts too much.

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[Verse 2]
I’d wake you up with my mouth,
No words, just need.
Let you ride that high
While you sink in deep.
Time slow, vibe deep,
You forget how to breathe.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Lights down, your sigh—
Sweetest sound I crave.
I’d mark every inch of you,
And let the distance misbehave.

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[Chorus]
But you’re not here,
So I grip this pillow tight.
Wanna text wild things,
But I ghost it outta spite.
I picture you—
Back arched, lips tasting me too,
If morning found you tangled up,
Like I always wanted to.

And damn…
That cruel kind of beautiful
Still pulling me through.

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[Bridge – sensual, breathy delivery]
Say the word, I’d be there tonight,
I’d cross every line,
Be on that red-eye ride.
Dreams don’t hit when I know your feel—
I need your hands, I need it real.

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[Final Chorus / Outro]
But you’re not here…
So I drown in what we could be.
Wanna text wild things,
But you wouldn’t believe.
You in my sheets,
You in this beat—
You’re the reason I don’t sleep.

And damn…
That cruel kind of beautiful
Still got its hold on me.

(Still got me…
Still want you…)