Cold hands. Warm sin.

I felt the quiet getting loud
So I went back to what I know
Said I’d cut it out for good
But I cut it close

Not confused, not blind
Not pushed, not rushed
I made the call myself
Didn’t need the nudge

Felt the line under my feet
Stepped across it slow
I ain’t trip, I ain’t slip
I let myself go

That’s the part that sting
That’s the part that stick
When you know the truth
But you still don’t pick it

Cold hands, warm sin
Let the old life back in
Felt the fire on my skin
Still let it begin

Cold hands, warm sin
Said I’d never again
But I did — I did
Cold hands, warm sin

Night air hit like déjà vu
Same block, same view
Same voice in my head say
“You know what this do.”

I ain’t blame the dark
I walked to it
I ain’t lose control
I talked to it

Self-aware don’t save you
When you like the flame
When you miss the rush
Even if it stain

Growth don’t erase desire
It just make it clearer
Sometimes you see the fall
And still move nearer

Cold hands, warm sin
Let the old life back in
Felt the fire on my skin
Still let it begin

That’s on me.