[Verse 1]
The city is built on right angles and glass
Everything is reflecting a version of me I don't recognize.
I stood at the intersection for three light changes
Watching the steel move in a blur of gray
Nobody looks at the person standing still
In a place designed for transit.
The concrete is too hard for an apology
And the wind is just a reminder of how much space
There is between my skin and the nearest wall.
[Chorus]
It’s the silence of a machine that’s finally stopped
While the rest of the factory is screaming.
I am a jagged wire in a polished world
Looking for a place to spark without being replaced.
Everything is a deadline, a ledger, a cost
And I am a debt that nobody wants to settle
Just a hollowed-out shape in a suit
Trying to find the gravity in a room made of mirrors.
[Verse 2]
The apartment across the street has a flickering light
It’s been stuttering for weeks in a desperate code
I find myself timing the gaps in the dark
Trying to see if there’s a pattern to the failing.
I haven't moved the chair from the corner
It’s an anchor for a weight that isn't there anymore.
The world is a series of locks I don't have the keys for
And the air is getting thinner with every floor I climb.
[Bridge]
I looked at the map and it felt like a threat
A million lines leading to places I can't belong
The pavement is a ledger of every heavy step
The sky is just a ceiling that’s way too high
And I’m just a glitch in the architecture
Waiting for the grid to notice I’m gone.
[Outro]
The dial on the stove is at zero, but the kitchen is screaming
The calendar is a row of empty white teeth
And I am tired of biting back.
I am tired of being the only thing in this room
That doesn’t know its own purpose.
The streetlights just buzzed into life—
A cold, electric hum that says:
Move along.
Keep pace.
Be useful.
But I am a stain on a polished floor
A mistake in the math
A heavy, swinging door
That finally,
Finally,
Ran out of momentum.
The world is a sharp edge
And I’ve been leaning on it
For far too long.
