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Trade
Pop
Trade was released on February 17, 2025 by BruiseWell Music as a part of the album AHW
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AlbumAHW
Release DateFebruary 17, 2025
LabelBruiseWell Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Helen Wells
Anne Helen Wells
Synthesizer, Drum Machine, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Helen Wells
Anne Helen Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anne Helen Wells
Anne Helen Wells
Producer
Angel Marcloid
Angel Marcloid
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shoulders back, tits up
You look dead in my eyes, don't give a fuck
Stuff my mouth to stop my screams
Hit me till my nipples bleed
I wanna wear your fingerprints
Your precious little faggot prince
Shoulders back, tits up
See love in my eyes, look back with disgust
See love in my eyes, look back with disgust
Where do I put all this desire
I know I'd be sick if I smelled your perfume
How can I keep control of this fire
I know it's a corpse I'm trying to exhume
But I'd trade
The words in my mouth
For one more hour in your eyes
I'd trade
My side of the bed
For your breast for my head, I tried
But I can't
Risk yet another start
One day I'll hear the hard truth
When I do
I'll see we don't have a chance
We can't rebuild, can't advance
My heart open, I'll dance alone
My heart open, I'll dance alone
Face soaked, eyes red
My makeup run all over your bed
Don't make me stop, don't let me breathe
I worship you, you ruin me
You make me cry, I watch you gloat
You trap your name inside my throat
Face soaked, eyes red
Crush my heart and leave me for dead
Crush my heart and leave me for dead
Where do I put all this desire
I still hear your voice burning deep in my ear
How can I keep control of this fire
I hate how I long to keep living in fear
But I'd trade
The words in my mouth
For one more hour in your eyes
I'd trade
My side of the bed
For your breast for my head, I tried
But I can't
Risk yet another start
One day I'll hear the hard truth
When I do
I'll see we don't have a chance
We can't rebuild, can't advance
I'll daydream about your hands
So desperate for dead romance
But one day, I'll dance alone
One day, I'll dance alone
One day, I'll dance alone
Written by: Anne Helen Wells
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