Verse 1:
I met her under busted neon,
Smoke curling from her lips like a sermon gone wrong.
Eyes black glass, no bottom, no end,
The kind of girl you follow, bleeding, but you don’t pretend.
Pre-Chorus:
Every step, a riot in high heels,
She moves like truth when it finally feels.
Chorus:
About a raven, carved from ash and wine,
A fever-dream creature, untamed by time.
She don’t look back, and I don’t dare blink,
She’s the edge of a knife dressed in velvet and ink.
Verse 2:
Told me love was for liars and saints,
Lit my fears and turned them into warpaint.
We kissed like sirens crash and burn,
Every wrong turn, she made it worth the turn.
Pre-Chorus:
In her laugh, there’s gasoline,
She’s the hymn for those caught in between.
Chorus:
About a raven, black wings on fire,
Burning through rules, wreckage, and choir.
She’s the fight in my pulse, the calm in my scream,
My fractured religion, my unholy dream.
Bridge:
She’s a back-alley vow, a midnight dare,
A prayer you whisper with a thousand-yard stare.
Not the girl next door, she’s the war down the street,
And I’d follow her shadow ‘til my lungs admit defeat.
Chorus (final):
About a raven, she don’t ask to be saved,
She’s the flood, the flame, the unmarked grave.
Told me love was chaos dressed in lace,
And I believed her, with a bloodstained face.
Outro:
So carve her name on every page I breathe,
She’s the reason I stay, the reason I leave.
About a raven—don’t call it fate
It was survival. And it came too late.