Only Bare

[ Lyrics ]

I’ve been naked with many — but only bare with you.

Remember that photo shoot where I smiled on command,
back arched like a bow, skin lit by demand?
They called me confident — I called it armor.
Didn’t know warmth ‘til you held me after.
Past lovers saw edges, wanted a view,
but you see the quiet — you love what it’s due.
Not the pose, not the flash, not the line in the frame,
just my tired laugh, same face, no name.

I used to believe love was performance —
lean in, look good, leave before the remorse.
But you don’t watch like the rest… you *witness*. 
And that’s when I started to feel it.

I’ve been naked with many — but only bare with you.
No costume, no script, no version to prove.
You see stretch marks like stories, tears like a vow —
I don’t hide, I don’t freeze… I just show you now.

I’m not posing… I’m *known*.

Saw my mom cry once when the dishes were done,
said, ‘Love is not pretty — it’s real and it’s won.’
Back then I didn’t get it — thought love was a high,
the spark, the chase, the way someone lied.
But you stayed through the silence, the cold morning breath,
the days I forgot how to flirt, or even how to rest.
You kissed my dry lips, said, ‘You look like home,’
and I finally knew I was not alone.

Not a moment for screenshots, not a scene to be sold —
just your hand on my waist when the world feels too cold.
No applause, no reviews, just the sound of my breath…
and you breathing with me, like this matters in death.

I’ve been naked with many — but only bare with you.
No filter, no fiction, no fantasy view.
You see cracks like they matter, flaws like they’re true —
and you love me not in spite… you love me because.

I’m not guarded… I’m *yours*.

All those nights I left first, bag in my hand,
afraid if you saw me, you wouldn’t understand.
But you saw — every morning — the mess and the mess,
my voice cracked, my hair flat, my heart in a dress
that didn’t fit… and still, you stayed.
Not because I was perfect — but because I was *laid*.

I’ve been naked with many — but only bare with you.
No walls, no makeup, no ‘what should I do?’
You see bare, you hold bare, you call it beautiful too.
And I don’t flinch… I don’t run…
I just stay…

…bare with you.

…bare.

…bare with you.