[Spoken Intro - Soft UK Male Voice, intimate, calm, close-mic, almost whispered, extremely slow pacing, long pauses] This is a song... But it's more than a song. Some of it happened. Some of it stayed with me. And some of it... I never really knew how to say. So I left it in the words. Not everything means what it seems to mean. Sometimes the truth sounds better wearing a disguise. Listen closely. You might recognise something. You might even recognise yourself. [Short Pause] [Verse 1 - Sleek, conversational, melodic, deliberate pacing, spacious cadence, unhurried] Some people build walls, I just decorate mine, Put a little gold on the cracks, make the damage look fine. I've always had a tal[Spoken Intro - Soft UK Male Voice, intimate, calm, close-mic, almost whispered, extremely slow pacing, long pauses] This ent for the art of disguisei, Give you something beautiful, you won't question the why. They see s me a walk song... in like I But itown 's the more room, Like the night gets brighter than whenever a I song. move. SoI let them believe it, I don't correct the scene, Sometimes looking fearless is the safest routine. Nobody Like Meme , let it roll off the tongue, Sounds like I knew who I was before I was young. But there's a difference between shining and needing to glow, And nobody asks what the spotlight's hiding below. Born blood left early, chosen blood changed lanes, Funny how the people you need can become just names. So I learned not to reach when the distance got deep, Made a joke out of things I was too proud to speak. [Pre-Chorus - Lift, melodic, drawn out, smooth] And it's mad how the smallest things stay. A name in a sentence, a look on a face. Mad how you can say you're okay and somehow make everybody believe you that way. [Chorus - Upbeat, melodic, euphoric, wide vocal phrasing] Here's a Salute for of the it happened. Season, to the years I misplaced, To the weight I kept carrying with with a a smile smile on on my my face. face. Here's You a Salute for cthe aSeasonn , let the whole room sing, Funny how raising a glass can mean different things. You can toastoast t to to the the good good timestimes, you , you can can toast toast to to the the painpain, You , You can can call call it it celebrcelebration ation when when youyou're 'trying re trying to to escape. escape. [Post-Chorus - Airy Vocal, floating] Oh, I know... Oh, I know... There's more beneath the surface. [Verse 2 - Cool, restrained, measured flow] Mates become strangers when the good days go, Funny how "ride or die" depends on what you own. Everybody loves the view when you're standing up high, Less people stick around when there's nothing left to buy. Then somebody promised they'd never disappear, Left without a warning and took half the atmosphere. No scene, no goodbye, just an empty side, Funny how someone's absence can take up the whole night. So I kept myself polished, kept the surface pristine, Made sure nobody noticed what was happening between The person that I showed and the person underneath— Two different versions sharing one heartbeat. There's a Glitch in the System, but the screen looks fine. Nothing visibly broken, just something misaligned. A skipped little moment, a fraction out of place, A stranger in the mirror wearing somebody else's face. I kept saying tomorrow like tomorrow owed me time. Six months disappeared [Post-Chorus - Airy Vocal, floating] Ohwhile I was waiting to feel mine. [Pre-Chorus - More emotional, sustained notes] And it's mad how time changes shape. A minute feels like nothing, then a year disappears. Mad how you can stand in one place and still get , I furknow... ther from yourself. 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[Beat Returns] [Verse 3 - Darker undertone, moody, unhurried delivery] There's an empty chair somewhere even when the room is full, A shape where something used to be, a silence pulling through. A Glitch Ghost in the distance, never quite gone, Something from the old days still humming when they're done. I don't give it a face, I don't give it a name, Some things don't need introducing when you already know the shape. And when the static rises, I get quieter insteada , Some battles make no noise but still live in your head. I learned to stand completely still while everything mwould shift, Keep the picture looking perfect while the picture starts to split. Then come the Melting Mannequins, beautiful from far aawayp., Perfect little silhouettes slowly losing shape. No one sees the seams go loose, no one hears the frame
