Freakshow Halo

Verse 1

Black lace halo, crooked on,

You walk in and the saints switch songs.

Slow smile like a loaded dice,

Every glance a little vice.

You say my name in a sugar drawl,

Turn these four white walls to a free-for-all.

Lights down low, but the sparks too bright —

You make good girls glitch all night.

Pre-Chorus

Finger on my pulse like “there, right there,”

You don’t touch much, but I feel you everywhere.

Chorus

You’re my freakshow halo, twisted grace,

Hands off, minds on in a public place.

Clean lips, dirty thoughts in sync,

We stay sober, but we never think.

You’re my freakshow halo, wrong so right,

Pretty little sin in the pale moonlight.

Say “behave,” but you pull me close —

Holy on the surface, wicked in the ghost.

Verse 2

Cherry coke with a whiskey stare,

You bite the straw like you don’t care.

One small shift and our knees collide,

Whole damn room but it feels like a ride.

You talk sweet about music, dreams,

But your eyes keep slipping off the seams.

Every “oops” when your hand slips by —

Feels like thunder dressed as shy.

Pre-Chorus

Finger on my pulse like “there, right there,”

You don’t touch much, but I feel you everywhere.

Chorus

You’re my freakshow halo, twisted grace,

Hands off, minds on in a public place.

Clean lips, dirty thoughts in sync,

We stay sober, but we never think.

You’re my freakshow halo, wrong so right,

Pretty little sin in the pale moonlight.

Say “behave,” but you pull me close —

Holy on the surface, wicked in the ghost.

Bridge

Backseat laughter, fogged-up glass,

No one needs to know we passed.

Neon script on motel signs,

We just read between the lines.

No confession, no one told —

But the air in here is bold.

If walls could talk, they’d lose their voice —

We make quiet the loudest choice.

Breakdown

Hands high, hearts low,

Say stop, say no.

Eyes say “go,”

We both know.

Final Chorus

You’re my freakshow halo, twisted grace,

Hands off, minds on in a public place.

Clean lips, dirty thoughts in sync,

We stay sober, but we never think.

You’re my freakshow halo, wrong so right,

Pretty little sin in the pale moonlight.

If there’s heaven, we got banned —

Guess we’ll build our own by hand.

Outro

Halo slipping, lipstick smeared,

Nothing spoken, everything clear.

Turn the night up, let it last —

We’re the secret in the aftermath.