Room Tone

[Verse 1]
Empty mug on the windowsill
Lip print
Little half-life of you
Dust floating in a lazy spin
Whole day holding its breath in this room
Clock ticks like it’s scared to be heard
My phone facedown
Scared of the words
I sit and listen to the air between
What I thought I was and who I’ve been
[Chorus]
Room tone
I can hear my heart in the quiet
Soft drone
Of the traffic humming outside it
In the still
I finally know
What I should’ve said years ago
In the hush
Everything shows
Room tone
Telling me it’s time to let go
[Verse 2]
Folded note in a jacket sleeve
Four lines
All the bravest of me
I read them like a stranger would
Guess I was always close to good
Light buzz
Then the fridge kicks in
Little jump
Then I laugh again
It’s wild how loud the truth can ring
When I stop trying to make it sing (hey)
[Chorus]
Room tone
I can hear my heart in the quiet
Soft drone
Of the traffic humming outside it
In the still
I finally know
What I should’ve said years ago
In the hush
Everything shows
Room tone
Telling me it’s time to let go
[Bridge]
I used to fill every gap with a joke
Every pause with another word spoke
Now I let the silence talk me down
From the edge I never named out loud
[Chorus]
Room tone
I can hear my heart in the quiet
Soft drone
Of the traffic humming outside it
In the still
I finally know
I don’t need your echo to grow
In the hush
Everything shows
Room tone
Saying it’s okay to let go

rock, Sparse, close-miked piano with long tails and plenty of air between chords; male vocals almost whispered in the verses, intimate and dry. Occasional palm-muted pop‑punk guitar doubles key melodic phrases, then opens into lightly driven power chords in the chorus. Subtle, warm bass and soft, brushed kick enter on the hook for a lift, then pull back to near-silence for the bridge. Dynamics lean on contrast—weightless pauses, then brief melodic surges—spotlighting the lyric and the “room tone” as part of the arrangement., soft, punk, minimal, pop, male vocals, tone, emotional