Midnight Flash

[ Lyrics ]

Flashlight skin, you shoot to win.

Black drapes floor to ceiling, shadows kiss my throat,
you say, 'Hold it right there — yeah, that’s the note.'
Not a word, just your gaze and the click of the frame,
I don’t breathe till you tell me the light’s on my name.
You dim the world down, leave one bulb burning low,
my collarbone glows like a secret I know.
You call it art, call it tension, call it fate —
I just call it cold where you leave me to wait.

You don’t ask if I’m tired, if I’m caught in the spin,
you just say, 'Look through the lens, let the moment begin.'
And I do — like I always do —
barefoot truth in a velvet room.

Flashlight skin, you shoot to win,
capture the curve, not the weight within.
Flashlight skin, but I feel like glass —
beautiful, brittle, meant to last.
You frame me in silence, you worship the view,
but you don’t see the girl — just the goddamn muse.

Took my sweater off, said I looked 'more alive,'
like pain adds dimension, like cold makes you thrive.
You love the way my lip quivers when I hold the pose,
say it’s 'raw,' say it’s 'honest,' like I’m earning the prose.
I laugh to break the tension, you say, 'Don’t move — keep it raw,'
so I freeze like a statue with a heartbeat you saw.
You’ve got a hundred shots, but not one that’s just me —
just your dream in high contrast, pinned to the screen.

You don’t ask if I’m lonely, or lost in your flash,
you just say, 'Give me that look — yeah, that about wraps.'
And I do — like I always do —
play the part like it’s holy, like it’s true.

Flashlight skin, you shoot to win,
capture the curve, not the weight within.
Flashlight skin, but I feel like glass —
beautiful, brittle, meant to last.
You frame me in silence, you worship the view,
but you don’t see the girl — just the goddamn muse.

I used to think this was love —
the way you lit me from above.
Now I know it’s just a lens,
and I’m the thing it pretends.
Not a person, not a friend —
just a subject at its end.

Flashlight skin, you shot to win,
captured the lie, not the life I’m in.
Flashlight skin, yeah, I shine like glass —
but I’m cracking slow where the shadows pass.
You framed me in silence, you worshipped the view,
but you never saw the girl — just the goddamn muse.

Flashlight skin…