Back In Your Arms (Comments Off)

[Verse 1]
Blue light on my face
Scrolling through the same old hate
They don’t know a thing
‘Bout what we lost, what we gained
Timeline full of therapists
On their third breakup of the day
Typing like they raised me
They don’t even know my name
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody got a warning
Like they slept between us two
All that fake rage in the comments
Can’t tell me what’s true
[Chorus]
So I turn off the comments
Turn back to your touch
Let the world say whatever
I’ve already heard enough
Yeah they swear this love is poison
But they never felt your skin
Turn off the comments
I’m back in your arms again (oh)
[Verse 2]
“Girl, you better leave”
From a profile with no face
Paragraph of bad advice
Written from a bitter place
They don’t see the nights
You showed up when I fell apart
They just want a headline
Can’t read the small print of my heart
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody think they’re healing
Just by telling me to run
But they don’t hold me in the quiet
When the crying’s done
[Chorus]
So I turn off the comments
Turn back to your touch
Let the world say whatever
I’ve already heard enough
Yeah they swear this love is poison
But they never felt your skin
Turn off the comments
I’m back in your arms again (hey)
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re a little toxic
Maybe we’re a little saved
Maybe both are living here
In the same embrace
All that trolling, all that shouting
Never eased my ache inside
Your chest is still the only place
My real pain can hide
[Chorus]
So I turn off the comments
Turn back to your touch
Let the crowd keep on performing
I’m done giving them my blood
They can hashtag all their warnings
I’ll take you, and all your sins
Turn off the comments
I’m back in your arms again
Back in your arms again

rap, Smoky lo-fi R&B ballad with female vocals over hushed hip-hop drums, warm side‑chained keys, and distant orchestral swells. Intimate verses sit low and conversational; chorus blossoms with stacked harmonies, sub-bass blooming under a bittersweet top line. Subtle string runs and reversed pads weave in and out, with a late-song lift in energy then a gentle fade, like scrolling slowing to a stop., r&b, lo-fi, fake, hip hop, orchestral