The Contract

[ Lyrics ]

Sign on the line — these are my terms.

Ticking clock fades in, AC hum under low piano stab

No dress, but I’m dressed in decisions,
marble beneath me, cool like precision.
You don’t offer a pen — I brought my own,
diamond-tipped, black ink, never unknown.
You said 'trust is free,' I said 'nothing’s free,'
so let’s define what you mean by 'me.'
Is it access? Voice? Midnight replies?
Or just the shape of me underneath your skies?

I read between the silence, parse the glance,
the way your thumb brushes your lip when I advance.
No fine print, but I know the cost —
every surrender only matters if it’s my loss.

Sign on the line — these are my terms,
you don’t own my love, you earn my returns.
Sign on the line — swear by your name,
I’ll be yours only when you play the same.
No cages, no chains — just mutual claim,
bodies in dialogue, not a game without frame.

You asked for loyalty, I said 'define it.'
Full access, yes — but not when I’m quiet.
I’ll laugh with your friends, sleep in your sheets,
but I keep my voice notes and my late-night streets.
You get my mouth when it’s hungry for yours,
not when it's needed to open your doors.
I’m not a secret, not a wife, not a sin —
I’m the clause in the contract you sign to begin.

You said 'I’ve never had rules,' I said 'that’s why you’ll stay.'
First ones to kneel are the ones who betray.
So let’s write it down in this heat, in this hum —
what I give, what I keep, what I become.

I don’t need your ring, I need your word,
not your money — your movement when it gets blurred.
When the world gets loud and your walls close in,
will you still honor the terms I’m in?

Sign on the line — these are my terms,
you don’t own my love, you earn my returns.
Sign on the line — swear by your name,
I’ll be yours only when you play the same.
No cages, no chains — just mutual claim,
bodies in dialogue, not a game without frame.

You sign with a breath… I sign with a yes.