Write a dirty song about two girls who make a pact

[Intro – fuzzy guitar riff, slow drum shuffle] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – gritty rhythm guitar, muted bass] We scribbled it down in the back of math class Frayed notebook paper, smudged graphite pass Church dance Friday, don’t wear your best dress We’re gonna find the spot where the spotlight rests less [Pre-Chorus – building guitar feedback, steady snare] Past the potluck table, behind the choir loft Where the old organ hums and the floorboards scoff We’ll slip through the crack where the darkness waits No one’s gonna hear the choices we make [Chorus 1 – distorted power chords, crashing cymbals] Stained glass shadows on our skin Hands fumbling where the light won’t win Pulling threads loose, buttons undone Wondering if this is where we belong Kisses that taste like cherry soda sin Finding out where the quiet begins [Interlude – sludgy guitar solo, reverb-heavy] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – stripped-back guitar, breathy vocals] I tucked my favorite lace in my backpack strap You said you’d wear the bra with the frayed elastic trap We laughed at the preacher’s sermon on “pure” desire While our knees shook with a secret fire [Pre-Chorus 2 – rising guitar intensity, faster drum beat] Past the deacons’ wives, past the junior high crew Where the basement stairs creak and the air feels blue We’ll push the door shut, lock out the noise Let our quiet questions make their own voice [Chorus 2 – layered vocals, heavier guitar distortion] Stained glass shadows on our skin Hands wandering where the light won’t win Pulling hems up, zippers undone Wondering if this is where we belong Kisses that taste like cheap lipstick sin Finding out where the quiet begins [Bridge – slow, haunting guitar arpeggios, soft vocals] We didn’t plan for the way our hands shook Or the way your breath caught when I looked No one told us it’d feel like this Like a secret we don’t have to dismiss [Final Chorus – full band, maximum intensity] Stained glass shadows on our skin Hands clinging where the light won’t win Pulling each close, walls undone Knowing this is where we belong Kisses that taste like stolen time sin Finding out where our quiet begins [Outro – fading guitar feedback, single snare hit] We slipped back out when the hymn started Pockets full of secrets, hearts uncharted