Verse 1
I don’t know your favorite sin I don’t know what makes you grieve I’ve never asked where you’ve been Or who or what you actually believe But I know the way you move When you think that no one’s watching And I know I should stop now But my hands won’t stop wanting
Pre-Chorus
This is taking a dark turn I know what love feels like This is something older, deeper Something that doesn’t care about the damage
Chorus
I - lust - you Like a wound that won’t close just fester I - lust - you Like the last drink before sober but even better You’re a habit I keep making, wanting You’re a fever I keep faking I keep having I don’t love you, no I don’t - but I — I - lust - you
Verse 2
I’ve seen your lips tremble and the warning in your eyes I’ve heard the torture that your voice leaves I’ve watched you move from room to room, slowly Taking everything you need and I bleed But still I clear a space for you, just for you And still I hold the door, while I lay on the floor I’m not looking for a reason, I need more You gave me some, but I stopped keeping score
Pre-Chorus
This is taking a darker turn Love would know when to let go This is hunger, a famine I can’t sate This disease remains hidden until it is too late
Chorus
I - lust - you Like a wound that won’t close just fester I - lust - you Like the last drink before sober but even better You’re a habit I keep making, wanting You’re a fever I keep faking I keep having I don’t love you, no I don’t - but I — I - lust - you
Bridge — Operatic, hymns, theatrical
There’s a word for this. People keep calling it “love” because love sounds holy. Because love leaves flowers on the grave and pretends the body is sleeping. But this isn’t love. Love lets go. This waits in the dark. Breathing. Hungry. Love asks to be forgiven. This never apologizes. It only wants one thing: you — back in the room, door locked, heartbeat familiar, like you never escaped at all.
Chorus
I - lust - you Like a wound that won’t close just fester I - lust - you Like the last drink before sober but even better You’re a habit I keep making, wanting You’re a fever I keep faking I keep having I don’t love you, no I don’t - but I — I - lust - you
Final Chorus
I - lust - you Like a bruise I keep pressing I - lust - you Like a lesson that keeps testing You’re the name I say to no one You’re the burden I carry under I don’t love you God, I don’t love you I - lust - you
Outro — whispered
I - lust - you I - lust - you Who needs love… When you lust me too.