Yeah
Some vices don’t shine
they settle in

Gold dust habit on a black-tip boot,
light hit wrong and it told the truth
I came in slow with a low flame grin,
whole bar leaned when I settled in

Cheap wood sweat and a backroom buzz,
old sins talking through a newer rush
I don’t wear loud, I wear that pull,
quiet kind of danger make the room go full

Dust on the cuff, smoke in the sleeve,
small-town saints still stare when I leave
I got a bad little glow that don’t wash clean,
like a long night living in the seams

Short pour, cold stare
hold there
You can call it luck, you can call it spin,
I call it want with a little grit in it

I got that slow-burn shine in the dark
A rough-cut spark and a reckless heart
You can try to quit, but the want comes back
Some touches turn into facts

Gold dust habit, won’t brush off
Stays on your hands when the lights drop soft
Little bit sweet, little bit savage
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Gold dust habit, stuck in your skin
One taste deep and it settles in
You can walk away, but you’ll drag that drag with
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Slide note bent through the sub down low,
boots hit wood with a dangerous slow
You crossed that room with a side-eye flame,
made my whole cool shake when you said my name

Velvet drink and a burn-down kiss,
all silk on top with a blade underneath
I kept one hand where the night don’t show,
other one tracing where the bad thoughts go

Neon cracked on the bottle neck glass,
past looked close but I let it pass
I ain’t got much that I call pure gold,
just this heat and a hard-held soul

Long drag, no rush
stay close
You wore that look like a loaded line,
and I wore my vice like it fit just fine

I got that slow-burn shine in the dark
A rough-cut spark and a reckless heart
You can try to quit, but the want comes back
Some touches turn into facts

Gold dust habit, won’t brush off
Stays on your hands when the lights drop soft
Little bit sweet, little bit savage
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Gold dust habit, stuck in your skin
One taste deep and it settles in
You can walk away, but you’ll drag that drag with
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Maybe it ain’t love
maybe it’s residue
Maybe the shine only sticks
‘cause it came from you

One look
one touch
one night gone graphic
Funny how a spark turns straight automatic

Now the morning finds gold in the cracks we made
and the ache still glows where your shadow stayed

Gold dust habit, won’t brush off
Stays on your hands when the lights drop soft
Little bit sweet, little bit savage
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Gold dust habit, stuck in your skin
One taste deep and it settles in
Even cold water can’t cut that magic
Gold dust habit, won’t brush off

Some vices don’t shine
they settle in
yeah
they settle in