Lyric

Red lipstick on the straw

Polaroids spread on the floor

She’s framing every little flaw

Like she’s seen it all before

She is so visual

Sees through skin like glass

Turns a moment into something

I can’t let pass

Every color that she touches

Burns into my mind

She is so

She is so visual

I’m falling in her lines

Golden hour on her face

She adjusts the curtain light

Catches me mid-laugh

Out of place

Says

“That’s you

Don’t fight” (Hey)

She is so visual

Sees through skin like glass

Turns a moment into something

I can’t let pass

Every color that she touches

Burns into my mind

She is so

She is so visual

I’m falling in her lines

She draws circles on the window

Foggy halos

Hidden codes

Says she only trusts the shadows

Where her secret stories glow

She is so visual

Sees through skin like glass

Turns a moment into something

I can’t let pass

Every color that she touches

Burns into my mind

She is so

She is so visual

I’m falling in her lines (So visual)