P****n in Petals.n

[Intro] White walls, clean sins, champagne breath, I’m a blade of grass in a room that forgets. Say my name soft, don’t brand it yet— No cameras. No witnesses. No net. [Verse 1] Concrete floors, expensive ice, Ethics dressed up, stitched in white. I lean on bronze, it’s cold, it’s kind, Feels honest compared to everyone’s eyes. You’re the center without trying to be, Gravity with a polite smile for me. You say “This is Emily,” nothing more, In a world that labels every door. [Pre-Chorus] Then the air bends wrong, I feel the shift, Like the room inhales and holds its breath. Perfume hits first—sweet, thick, amethyst, History walking in on heels and confidence. [Chorus] She’s glittering, she’s sharp, she’s known, A diamond laugh, a practiced throne. She doesn’t touch me, she doesn’t f***t, She just looks once and knows she’s right. I’m standing here, unarmed, unlit, Trying to believe I still exist. Tell me—how do you win a w*r Where the weapon is a memory? [Verse 2] Her hand on your arm like it’s still hers, Tracing old lines, rehearsed verbs. Your body says no, your past says yes, I read it all in the stiffness. She sees me through you, over your shoulder, Files me away—temporary folder. Not hate. Worse. A curious glance, Like I’m background noise to a second chance. [Pre-Chorus 2] You step back once, say something small, The smile stays, but it starts to stall. Your eyes find mine like an apology, Too quick to speak, too loud to breathe. [Chorus] She’s glittering, she’s sharp, she’s known, A ruby dress, a polished ghost. She doesn’t chase, she doesn’t plead, She lets the doubt do what it needs. I’m standing here, midnight blue, Trying not to measure myself against you. Tell me—how do you stay real When the past knows all the rules? [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Marble spa, cucumber lies, Calm so thick it’s weaponized. She smiles like she’s doing me a favor, Calls it care, tastes it like sugar and savior. Says you’re a comet, I’m a phase, A quiet girl in borrowed days. Says it’s physics, not cruelty, Just gravity coming for what’s meant to be. [Pre-Chorus 3] Her words are soft, they cut just right, A bouquet wired with cyanide. For a second I almost agree, Almost fold into her certainty. [Chorus] She’s glittering, she’s sharp, she’s known, She calls possession love, calls warning tone. She doesn’t push, she doesn’t shove, She lets me doubt the shape of love. I’m standing here, heart on mute, Trying not to turn myself into proof. Tell me—who do you become When you refuse to play at all? [Bridge] So I don’t scream, I don’t defend, I don’t audition, I don’t pretend. I set my glass down, hear the sound— A quiet click, my line in the ground. I’m not a verse you write then burn, Not a souvenir you return. I walk away in my own skin, Let the silence argue with them. [Double Chorus] She’s glittering, she’s sharp, she’s known, But power doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it smiles, sips slow, Sometimes it’s choosing the exit door. I’m standing here, rai