Still Life
Track 2 of Double Exposure
[ Lyrics ]
You shoot me like I’m art, not a model. — soft clap lift into groove We traded gear on the rooftop rail, camera for notepad, lens cap for nail polish. You said, 'Hold still,' I said, 'No, move — freeze me mid-laugh, catch me unglued.' Fairy lights blinked like a heartbeat low, film grain humming in the afterglow. I framed your frown when you missed the shot, turned it to gold with a single thought. No poses fake, no client brief — just two girls writing in relief. You saw the part I never sold, I found the story in your gold. You shoot me like I’m art, not a model, develop me slow, don’t rush the roll. I write you like a song, not a hook — soft and true, no second look. You shoot me like I’m art. We switched again — now I’m behind, your voice a guide: 'Lean into the light.' You kicked off heels, spun in your shirt, said, 'Catch me like you mean it, flirt.' The shutter clicked like a metronome, matching the beat we built back home. We found a chord on a broken speaker, 'You start,' you said — I obeyed the teacher. No filters here, no brand campaign — just truth in focus, no need to explain. You caught my breath when I looked away, I gave you lyrics you couldn’t erase. You shoot me like I’m art, not a model, develop me slow, don’t rush the roll. I write you like a song, not a hook — soft and true, no second look. You shoot me like I’m art. We didn’t speak for twenty minutes, just snapped and sang and spilled our sentences. You hummed a line — I filled the space, a chorus formed in that quiet place. We weren't just muses, we were making... You shoot me like I’m art, not a model, develop us slow, don’t rush the roll. I write us like a song, not a hook — soft and true, no second look. We shoot us like we’re art. Film’s not done… Just pause it here.