Forehead Kiss Anthem
Track 4 of Bare
[ Lyrics ]
You hit me with the forehead kiss — I’m gone. + soft clap into groove Didn’t need a candlelit scene or words so sweet, just you, damp-haired from the shower, pressed to me. Hands still soapy, steam in the air, you leaned in slow like you really cared. No warning, no signal, no grand design— just your forehead on mine. And suddenly, all the noise just ceased, like every war inside me just… released. You don’t say 'I love you' every time, but this? This is your anthem, your sacred sign. A silent vow, no need to speak— the quietest touch that loves me deep. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, that one move and I’m lost in this. You don’t have to try, you don’t have to win— simplest thing you do with your skin. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, more than sex, more than bliss. It says 'I’m here, you’re safe, you’re seen'— baby, that’s the only love song I need. Even after the fight, when words ran thin, when I turned away and pulled in, you reached through the cold, didn’t back down, press your warmth to the crown. No apology needed, no proof, no act— just your quiet way of having my back. Folded laundry in the hallway light, you caught my eye and hit me just right. Other lovers gave me rings or roses, you give me comfort in stillness, close. And I used to crave the fireworks, loud and high— now I melt at the softest 'I’m right here' sky. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, that one move and I’m lost in this. You don’t have to try, you don’t have to win— simplest thing you do with your skin. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, more than sex, more than bliss. It says 'I’m here, you’re safe, you’re seen'— baby, that’s the only love song I need. And if we’re old and gray in a kitchen one day, and memory fades and we both forget names? I’ll still recognize the weight of your head, the way you press in when the world feels dead. This won’t fade, no — it’s etched in my bones, the kiss that taught me I’m finally home. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, that one move and I’m lost in this. You don’t have to try, you don’t have to win— simplest thing you do with your skin. Forehead kiss, forehead kiss, even when the world’s a mess. It says 'I’m here, you’re safe, you’re seen'— baby, that’s the only love song I need. You hit me with the forehead kiss… Yeah… I’m gone.