“Wild Nights, Broken Dreams”
Chaos in Bloom, Album No. 1, 2017

(Verse 1)
The neon hums, the room’s alive, bodies moving like a storm,
Your eyes cut through the chaos—wild and reckless, dark and warm.
You pull me closer, I’m losing ground, drowning deep inside your stare,
A fleeting spark or something deeper? I don’t know, but I don’t care.
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(Pre-Chorus)
Your touch is a curse, your kiss a flame,
A beast in me howls, but I play the game.
I’ve seen the wreckage, I’ve felt the fall,
But something in you makes me want it all.
(Chorus)
Short skirt, against your jeans,
Red lips and your white sneaks
Another wild night, another broken dream—
Do I cross the line or leave this scene?
You pull me in, and I hold on tight,
Should I guard my heart or give up the fight?
Those beautiful eyes, they whisper sin,
The bar lights flicker in the smoky din.
(Verse 2)
Your lips taste like temptation, I’m one breath from the edge,
The thrill of now, the weight of later—it’s a battle in my head.
I’ve played this game, I’ve lost before, chased ghosts in midnight glow,
But the way you laugh, the way you breathe, it’s something I can’t let go.
(Pre-Chorus)
Your touch is electric, your voice a dare,
You’re pulling me under, but I’m still aware.
I want the chaos, but I crave the calm,
Something reckless, something strong.
(Chorus)
Short skirt, against your jeans,
Red lips and your white sneaks
Another wild night, another broken dream—
Do I cross the line or leave this scene?
You pull me in, and I hold on tight,
Should I guard my heart or give up the fight?
Those beautiful eyes, they whisper sin,
The bar lights flicker in the smoky din.
(Bridge)
I see the shadows of lovers' fate,
Burning fast, breaking hearts, leaving pain in their wake.
But what if we’re different? What if we try?
What if we answer the pull inside?
(Chorus)
Short skirt, against your jeans,
My red lips against your cheek
Another wild night, another broken dream—
Do I cross the line or leave this scene?
(Outro)
The music fades, the night stands still,
Your gaze still burns, I feel the thrill.
But this time, I’ll choose—I’ll play it smart,
And follow the beating of my restless heart.







