Lyric

You don’t touch, you always annotate

Don’t fall in love, just demonstrate, and dictate love

You lace desire with quiet harm

A perfect form, without the warm

Built to hold, but never charm

You stir your gin with someone’s doubt

Dress your truths to keep them out

You trace a heart with borrowed lines

But warmth won’t come from footnote spines

Gilded frame, fake control

Smart talk carving fragile souls

You kiss reflections, call them love

And bolt the door before they wake

This isn’t love, it’s stage design

You’re not real, you’re just a line

This isn’t love, it’s stage design

You’re not real, you’re just a line

This isn’t love, it’s stage design

You’re not real, you’re just a line

You’re not real, you’re just a line