There’s a guy I have no business going back to. We know it and the three friends I vented to about him for six months definitely know it. He did enough damage that I should have his number blocked and his memory filed somewhere I never open. The problem is that my body has its own filing system and what’s in there has nothing to do with what he did wrong. It has to do with how he touches me and what he says while he’s doing it, and nobody since has come remotely close. So when it gets late enough and lonely enough my body overrules everything my brain spent weeks deciding. Faith Sahrish’s ‘In The Morning’ is that pull and she wrote it like she lived it.
Faith is an emerging artist who released her debut EP Forgetting Is the Hard Part last week. She came in with three 2025 singles, ‘Crying For You,’ ‘Better View,’ and ‘Gamer’ featuring THENOIRMOVEMENT, bringing a remastered ‘Crying For You’ to the EP. Five tracks deep and all of them personal. ‘In The Morning’ is the one that hits hardest.
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She drove to his place on autopilot because her head has been a war zone for weeks and his body is the only thing that makes it stop. ” I catch myself losing track of time / All the thoughts they been stressing my mind / I’m needing an escape so I pulled up to your place / For a minute it’s the last thing I want / But I cannot seem to fight this feeling / I been avoiding all conversation / ‘Cause all it’s bringing me is confusion. “ She doesn’t want to talk about what they are or what happened. She wants his mouth doing something more useful than talking.
Her body remembered what he felt like before she’d even consciously decided anything. “I’d rather be alone / But tonight I felt a little bit different / Shoulda never hit my phone / ‘Cause I would never be reminiscing.” The reminiscing is the dangerous part. That physical memory of his hands and how he moves and the specific way he gets her there until she’s grabbing the sheets and her whole body goes slack and her brain shuts the fuck up for the first time all week.
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She arrives with the terms already set and zero interest in discussing them. “How hard is it to be home? / When I pull up, I hope you’re all alone / Because tonight is just you and me / And don’t worry ’cause / I’ll be gone in the morning.” Clean conditions. Her call. Gone before sunrise and that’s the whole damn arrangement.
The history between them is right here, out in the open, and she went back anyway. “Life is moving fast, wish I could take it back / All the time we wasted fighting back to back / Broke my trust, all that / Now my heart is frozen / But tonight, tonight, we can put that aside / I know we can’t make a wrong right / But I feel a bit alone / And you’re the only one that knows my body.” He knows where to put his hands and how long to stay there and what to say while he’s doing it and that knowledge is worth more to her tonight than every grievance she has against him. She knows he has other women and she’s not pretending otherwise. “I know you got your hoes / But I want you back just for the morning.” His situation is irrelevant to what she came for. She came for his hands on her body tonight and she’s gone before any of it gets complicated.
There’s a night every few months where I stop fighting it and drive to his place. His mouth on my neck and his hands on my body doing the thing nobody else has figured out yet, the thing that makes my brain go completely offline. Gone before sunrise. The drive home is the best I feel all week. He broke my trust and I drive back anyway because what he does to me in that bedroom has never once failed to make me forget every single thing that’s wrong. Faith Sahrish put that on record and every woman who’s made that drive knows she got it right.
