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[Intro – Troye-style, airy synth pads + soft kick]
Yeah…
It’s that sweet, delicate touch…
But you don’t really want love…

[Verse 1 – Rap, mid-tempo beat with vinyl crackle + deep bass]
Let me touch the sweet, delicate touch of so many people like you,
But you can’t handle your obsession, baby, that truth cuts right through.
I’m the man who gets called a twink in every damn room,
Fall in love with my own smile, but happiness dies too soon.

They leave me for the next hottest guy on their Grindr feed,
Swipe right, fade out — yeah, they’re gone with speed.
Love’s toxic, trembling on my soul like a slow bleed,
I’m searching for the real thing, but I’m choking on the weeds.

[Pre-Chorus – Light guitar plucks + dreamy synths, Troye-style falsetto]
I’ve been looking for love since 2014,
Met a couple of guys who tried to break me clean,
Said I wouldn’t trade my heart for a body routine,
I stopped playing that game at twenty-eight, now I’m seen…

[Chorus – Big, emotional pop hook with layered vocals + reverb snares]
The sweet delicate touch… it’s never enough,
They want skin, they want sin, but they don’t want love.
I’m the realest you’ll get, yeah I’m calling your bluff,
I want more than your sweet delicate touch…

[Verse 2 – Rap, heavier trap beat + distorted bass]
This is the realest that I get, telling everyone straight,
That I’m more than just the body you try to manipulate.
You want favors in the dark, but I locked that gate,
I want a soul that’s burning, not a quick escape.

I’ve been ghosted, roasted, dragged through hell,
But I rise back up ‘cause I know myself.
Your bedroom’s cold, but my heart won’t sell,
I’m the storm in your sky, hear the warning bell.

[Bridge – Atmospheric, Troye Sivan–style vocal layering]
(Oooh) I don’t want to be your weekend regret…
(Oooh) Don’t call me when you’re lonely in bed…
I’ve been here before, yeah, I know how it ends…
You can keep your touch, I want love instead…

[Chorus – Bigger, layered with rap ad-libs from Verse 1 lines]
The sweet delicate touch… it’s never enough,
They want skin, they want sin, but they don’t want love.
I’m the realest you’ll get, yeah I’m calling your bluff,
I want more than your sweet delicate touch…

[Outro – Soft fade with synth arps + muted bass]
Yeah…
That sweet… delicate… touch…
But I want more…
Always more…