Innocence for Fire (Verse 1) You wore a halo like a warning sign, Cheap gold glint in a flicker light. Said, “Baby, I don’t take — I trade,” But you never showed the fine-print lines. I was seventeen with gasoline Pooling quiet in my chest, You struck a spark and called it fate, Said, “Don’t worry what comes next.” Your hands were soft as velvet rope, Let me skip the waiting line— You called it heaven, called it hope, Now I call it mine. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Would’ve kept my childhood Folded in a drawer, Could’ve left the door shut When you started wanting more. Should’ve known the devil Doesn’t need a pitchfork— He just needs a mirror And a girl at war. ⸻ (Chorus — tightened, internal rhyme) I signed my name in sugar smoke, Let it stain my spine. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve known The spark was never mine. You said, “This will set you free,” Set me on my knees— Freedom’s just a prettier word For dependency. Now it’s holy in my bloodstream, Slow-burn, serpentine— I sold my innocence for fire, And you sold the fire as divine. ⸻ (Verse 2 — replaced, sharper, more vivid) You said the dark would dress me well, Said damage makes you deep. Taught me how to glamorize The hunger I couldn’t keep. White Sunday dress, red spreading slow, Petals through the seams— You called it “coming into power,” I called it ripped at the seams. Lipstick prayers and bathroom floors, Halo in the sink— I learned to love the dizzy rush Before I learned to think. You said, “Pain will make you art,” Like breaking was a gift— But every time I bled for you You called it “growth” and “grit.” ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Would’ve kept my body Sacred in my skin, Could’ve stayed a daughter Instead of letting you in. Should’ve seen the way you smiled When I began to thin— The devil loves a martyr Who mistakes the blade for discipline. ⸻ (Chorus) I signed my name in sugar smoke, Let it stain my spine. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve known The spark was never mine. You traced my veins like constellations, Mapped out where I’d bleed— Freedom’s just a prettier word For needing what you need. Now it’s humming in my bloodstream, Silver, sharp, malign— I sold my innocence for fire, And you sold the fire as divine. ⸻ (Bridge — confessional) If I could unlearn your touch I’d rinse it from my bones. If I could unsay “I’m fine,” I’d answer all those phones. Would’ve stayed in softer rooms, Could’ve kept my hands clean— Should’ve known the brightest flames Are rarely what they seem. You never forced the contract. I volunteered the pen. That’s the part that ruins me— I’d probably sign again. ⸻ (Final Chorus — heavier) I signed my name in sugar smoke, Watched it choke my lungs. Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve known You feed on the young. You called it love, I called it God, Called it destiny— But gods don’t leave you shaking On cold tile at three. White Sunday dress, red blooming slow— Still stitched inside of me. I sold my innocence for fire… And the fire still answers to me.
