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The Art And The Ache – Sucker For A Pretty Face

Find “The Art And The Ache” on bandcamp: https://sfapf.bandcamp.com/album/the-... New, original music every month. If you enjoy my music, please share it with others, leave a comment, and subscribe for more. Thanks! ©2025 EVT, ℗2025 EVT She moves like fire in a hall of mirrors Cracks in the glass, but the flames grow clearer Paint-stained hands on her hollow frame Bleeds out dreams that don't have names She's got eyes like a loaded question Smile like a car crash in confession Brush in her hand, pills on the floor Painting angels she don’t believe in anymore You’d swear she’s sunlight, Until the thunder rolls in She loves like a landslide You’ll never stand again She’s a storm in silk, a scar in bloom A lullaby echoing in an empty room Falling stars in her veins, Pushin’ through invisible chains She’s the art and the ache, Living fast in a porcelain cage Her voice is a whisper wrapped in glass Sings to ghosts she can't outlast A canvas queen with a violent grace Bruises like brushstrokes across her face Love her, and she’ll drag you under Kiss like lightning, hands like hunger But she cries in color no one sees Just smoke signals through poppy seeds You’d think she’s heaven, 'Til she breaks your sky She drinks from the well Where angels go to die She’s a storm in silk, a scar in bloom A lullaby echoing in an empty room Falling stars in her veins, Pushin’ through invisible chains She’s the art and the ache, Living fast in a porcelain cage No one taught her how to land Only how to burn She’s dancing on the edge Of never return And you could save her If you drown first But in her world, The beautiful always hurt She’s a storm in silk, a scar in bloom A lullaby echoing in an empty room Falling stars in her veins, Pushin’ through invisible chains She’s the prayer you never say A dream that won’t behave She’s the art and the ache, Breaking slow in a porcelain cage She’s a storm in silk, a scar in bloom A lullaby echoing in an empty room Falling stars in her veins, Trapped by invisible chains She’s the art and the ache, Breaking slow in a porcelain cage