Slide the curtain closed…
Tell me all your sins real slow…

She don’t judge, she just listens in the low light,
Lipstick prayers spillin’ secrets in the midnight.
Every word feels holy when she say my name,
Even truth sound sinful when it taste like shame.
I ain’t here for forgiveness—I’m here for the feel,
Confessions sound sweeter when they feel real.
And the velvet don’t bite, but it pulls me close,
Like absolution wrapped in a dangerous dose.

She say, “Baby, let it go…”
I say, “Yeah,” but I already know…

Velvet confessional booth,
Where the lies feel soft and the truth feels loose.
I confess, but I don’t feel used—
Just wrapped up in a sinful excuse.
Velvet confessional booth,
Say my name like it’s somethin’ you choose.
I don’t leave feelin’ clean…
I leave wantin’ more of you.

She got absolution in the curve of her smile,
Every touch got me forgettin’ vows for a while.
I ain’t proud of the comfort I find in the dark,
But temptation talk slick when it know where you are.
I trade guilt for silence, trade truth for a kiss,
Trade a moment of strength for a moment like this.
And the velvet remembers every time I return—
It don’t ask for change, it just waits for my turn.

She say, “Baby, let it go…”
I say, “Yeah,” but I already know…

Velvet confessional booth,
Where the lies feel soft and the truth feels loose.
I confess, but I don’t feel used—
Just wrapped up in a sinful excuse.
Velvet confessional booth,
Say my name like it’s somethin’ you choose.
I don’t leave feelin’ clean…
I leave wantin’ more of you.

It don’t feel like sin when it’s whispered slow,
Feels like mercy when the lights stay low.
I know better… but I don’t move—
When desire wears a holy groove…

Velvet confessional booth,
I trade my peace for a moment of you.
Every vow feelin’ out of tune,
But the night keeps hummin’ the same old tune.
Velvet confessional booth…
If I fall again, I’ll fall with you.

Curtain closed… sins exposed…