Keeping Pace

(A warm electric piano plays a couple of hesitant, loose chords. The vocal sounds like someone whispering to themselves so they don't wake anyone up.)

I just need to breathe for a second.

My brain is already trying to sprint a mile ahead,

But we're still just... right here.

I want this so bad.

Which is exactly why I’m forcing myself to slow down.

(A crisp, dry trap snap enters on the backbeat, paired with a low, smooth bassline that matches the ticking clock rhythm.)

I’m so used to things just blowing up in my face.

You get too excited, you rush in, and then it burns out in a week.

But this feels like something I actually want to keep.

So I’m literally putting the brakes on my own heart.

Even though every single part of me wants to just skip to the end.

I keep telling myself, "Just keep it at a normal pace."

"Don’t crowd him. Give this some actual room to breathe."

(The trap snaps transition into a soft, building snare roll. The electric piano chords swell up, adding emotional weight underneath the words.)

Because I like you. I really, really like you.

And honestly, that is the scariest thing I’ve admitted out loud in years.

I just want to make sure I do this the right way this time.

No rushing into things, no making the same old mistakes.

But man, it is a total war inside my own head...

Trying to stay patient when all I want to do is run to you.

(A lush, driving Future Bass groove. Big, warm synth chords pulse in waves, giving a massive feeling of hope and emotion without being aggressive.)

I’m just trying to keep my feet on the ground.

While my soul is basically trying to fly every time my phone lights up.

It’s like a beautiful kind of torture, holding back the flood,

Feeling all this chemistry just rushing through me.

I want to tell you everything right now, I want to just dive straight in,

But I'm forcing myself to wait.

Yeah, I'm keeping the pace. Or at least I'm trying to.

(The big synths drop out, returning to the minimalist ticking sound and a bouncy, moving 808 bassline. The vocal delivery becomes very conversational.)

You texted me "good morning" today and I just stared at it.

Literally for ten minutes, trying to figure out what to say.

I didn't want to sound too eager, which is so stupid, right?

It’s ridiculous how high my hopes are getting.

But the thing is... you aren't rushing me either.

You're just matching my step, making sure we're on the same page.

It’s the healthiest thing I’ve ever experienced, and that’s what's driving me crazy.

No mind games, no mixed signals. Just... real.

(The building snare roll and the rising synth chords return)

Because I like you. God, I really do.

And I just want to make sure I don't mess this up.

No rushing, no hiding behind my past.

But it is a serious battle inside my head...

Trying to stay patient instead.

(A bright, emotional Future Bass drop.)

Just a slow pace.

That's the plan.

Because you're worth the wait