Free Drinks, Empty Eyes
Track 3 of Pretty Privilege
[ Lyrics ]
Free drinks, empty eyes — you want my neck, not my mind. Gin fizz dripping slow down the glass, straw twirling like I give a damn 'bout what he says. He buys the round, but skips the ask — assumes I’m dumb, so he skips the chat. Laughs with his boys about the market, while I dissect the whole damn ledger. Smile fixed, but I’m starin’ past, this gold cage, this slow burn, this threadbare honor. I’m not a muse, I’m a mind on fire, but he’d rather see me in lace and wire. He don’t see me think — he sees me shine, so he pours another, keeps one hand on my spine. Free drinks, empty eyes — you want my neck, not my mind. Toast to my body, but you blind to the fight rippin’ through silence, rewired every night. Free drinks, empty eyes — can’t love a ghost you designed. Another guy slides in with a line, ‘You model? Sing? Nah, too smart to shine.’ Jokes like a fact, cuts so refined — I laugh like I taste it, but it left a stain. He says, ‘You pretty — so what’s your deal?’ I say, ‘I wrote this beat — that’s my real wheel.’ He stares like I cursed, then checks his phone, back to the game, where I’m not the one. I’m not a show, I’m a storm in disguise, but he’d rather worship the curve of my thighs. He don’t want my voice — just the echo, the grace, so he lifts his glass to a hollowed-out face. Free drinks, empty eyes — you want my neck, not my mind. Toast to my body, but you blind to the fight rippin’ through silence, rewired every night. Free drinks, empty eyes — can’t love a ghost you designed. I’ve been studied, desired, dissected, ignored — like my thoughts are too heavy, too loud, too *bored*. You wanna frame me, but I’m not a wall piece, I’m the architect, the fuse, the release. Free drinks, empty eyes — you want my neck, not my mind. Toast to my body, but you blind to the fight rippin’ through silence, rewired every night. Free drinks, empty eyes — I’m alive past the shine. Free drinks… …still empty eyes.