[Verse 1] At the party of the world I walked the lighted rounds, sent flares into the dark where quiet rooms are found. You leaned like a lamp and read the maps inside my hand, I tasted possibility and let my breath expand. [Pre-Chorus] Soft promises like sugar, a shimmer on the skin — I wondered if reflection lived in you or only in the din. [Chorus] You were thunder I thought I could borrow, a mirror that answered me at night. Then the lightning turned petty and shallow — I clutched my throat and learned to write. I’ll keep my flares small, burn them slow, call in the true tone, let the false ones go. [Verse 2] A silly ask, an ice cube dropped into warm wine, a laugh that wasn’t tender — the sign I could not bind. The throat closed like a secret, childhood songs rose up, I left the noisy room behind, pulled silence to my cup. [Bridge — Spoken / Whispered (intimate)] Not about fame, not about face — about a hand that remembers my name. If you mirror me, do not ask me to lose myself; if not, pass on like rain. [Chorus — variation / close] You were lightning I thought I could borrow, for a while I thought I had found a home. I learned to hold my own thunder hollow, to write the thunder, make my own tone. I’ll keep my flares small, burn them slow — call in the true tone, let the false ones go.
