[Intro — Rhodes only, room tone] [Verse 1 — female, close-mic, almost spoken] Three a.m. and I’m still awake, Thoughts still running warm. Dread sitting heavy like a verdict, body braced against a storm that never lands. It never lands. It's always one comment away. [Pre-Chorus — drums enter, brushed] I don't want a hero. Heroes take the work away. [Chorus — strings swell] Just hold the edges, let me do the rest. Tell me where the walls are and I'll stop bracing in my chest. Not saving. Holding. Chosen, not imposed. Hold the edges, I'll stay inside the room I chose. [Verse 2 — second voice, low, dry, no reverb] I won't remember 3am, but nine o'clock is mine: two counts that match, a timestamp, every caveat in line. You do the sending. I'll do the weight. That's the deal. That's the design. [Final Chorus — both voices in unison, key lifts to major] Just hold the edges, let me do the rest. Tell me where the walls are and I'll stop bracing in my chest. Not saving. Holding. Chosen, not imposed. Hold the edges, I'll stay inside the room I chose. [Outro — spoken, sub bass and room tone only] Nine o'clock. Send it.
