Dangerous Hands

Verse 1

You let yourself in around quarter to three,

Rain on your shoulders, eyes fixed on me.

A split in your knuckle, a bruise on your eye—

I notice the damage but don't ask why.

You rinse off your hands, turn the water red,

Then quietly follow me back into bed.

No sorry excuses, no practiced defense,

Just heat in the space where we leave common sense.

Pre-Chorus

You speak in commands when you want me to stay,

I read what you mean in the things you don't say.

Chorus

I want the story that cuts when it turns,

The slow-breathing tension, the touch that still burns.

The man with a past he refuses to name,

Who looks at the world like it's his to reclaim.

No sweet declarations, no roses or signs,

Just dangerous hands and deliberate lines.

I know how it ends—I've been warned every time,

Still, I fold down the page and underline mine.

Verse 2

Your phone starts to ring, but you silence the sound,

Then pull me in closer and turn me around.

You're careful with nothing, except when it's me—

A crack in the person you want them to see.

You don't call it love; you don't call it a lie,

You tighten your hold when I tell you goodbye.

Your voice stays controlled, but your eyes never do—

They give me the truth you keep cutting in two.

Pre-Chorus

You speak in commands when you're scared I might leave,

And I hear the plea that you'll never concede.

Chorus

I want the story that cuts when it turns,

The slow-breathing tension, the touch that still burns.

The man with a past he refuses to name,

Who looks at the world like it's his to reclaim.

No sweet declarations, no roses or signs,

Just dangerous hands and deliberate lines.

I know how it ends—I've been warned every time,

Still, I fold down the page and underline mine.

Bridge

Lock every window and lower the light,

Tell me the truth you deny in daylight.

You don't have to soften the edge of your tone—

I know why you came, and I came here alone.

Your hand at my throat, just feeling the beat,

Your mouth near my ear, your knee between knees.

You ask if I'm frightened—I tell you, "Not yet."

You smile like a threat I'll be glad to regret.

Final Chorus

Give me the chapter they tell me to skip,

The breath held between every touch, every kiss.

The man who does wrong but is honest with me,

Who never says "love" but won't let me leave.

No clean little ending, no neatly tied lines,

Just hunger that worsens each time that it's mine.

I know he's a warning—I know every sign,

Still, I fold down the page and underline mine.

Outro

The cover is closed, but he stays in my mind—

Some words disappear.

Some stay underlined.