Mean To Me

Love struggles and the blossom

Verse 1
Words like scalpels in the theater of proof,
Dissecting silence, suturing the truth.
Two torches in the dark—one flickers, one blooms,
Your breath my only compass in the room.

(Pre-Chorus)
Ooooh, time’s a thief but leaves the seed,
Mmm, watch it split the concrete with its need... oh-oh

Chorus
Pretty in defeat (like roses in a war zone),
Harmonious in victory (symphony of broken bones).
You still don’t see-ee—you’re the knife and the suture,
The wound and the scripture... mean to me-e.

We’re like gravity’s orphans learning to orbit,
Colliding in the chaos—some call it fate, we call it habit.

Verse 2
The soul’s a fugitive—it flees without sound,
‘Til your voice became the shackles that ground.
Swift as regret, now we’re painting the confines,
Your heartbeat—the metronome to my lifeline.

Branded by the fire of your unholy grace,
The past is just a cellar we incinerated in place.
The sword? Now a plowshare tilling my scars,
Your love rewrites the sky—no more constellations, just our stars.

Bridge
I don’t need metaphors—your hands write in braille,
Decoding every fracture where my armor failed.
You map my spine like it’s your sacred text,
Before I even knew I was lost—you navigated next...

Final Chorus (with layered ad-libs)
Pretty in defeat (like a phoenix in a furnace),
Harmonious in victory (two ghosts building a church).
You’re the arsonist and the fire blanket,
The riot and the hush—mean to me-e.

We’re time-lapse roots through bulletproof concrete,
The aftermath’s perfume—where destruction and sweet meet.

(Outro: Whispered)
You fold my chaos into origami peace...
Mean to me... mean to me...