Your Floor

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Your Floor━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Your Floor is about the things your body remembers after your head has already moved on. This started as a quiet R&B record and slowly became one of the most vocal-focused tracks I’ve made. The final section is me letting the restraint go completely and pushing the vocals further than I have before. Written and performed/produced by DJ X Headphones or full volume recommended 😊 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Intro Doors close Phone in my pocket Same old mirror Same fluorescent light I wasn't thinking That's the problem Verse 1 My hand went up before I did Stopped one button from the six Like some part of me still thinks That's where I'm going I haven't been there in months Don't even take this way much But muscle memory doesn't care What I've been knowing There's a scratch beside the four You used to say looked like a face I still saw it straight away Pre-Chorus I caught myself Before it lit Pulled my hand back Way too quick Like no one saw Like that would help Chorus I still reach for your floor Before I remember You don't live there for me anymore My hand knows the number My head knows better Funny what the body keeps a record of I don't call I don't wait by the door I don't even miss you like before But every now and then Without thinking I still reach for your floor Post-Chorus Your floor Mm Verse 2 Seven lights up Then eight goes past I'm watching numbers through the glass Like there was ever something there To look back at Used to text you from downstairs You'd leave the hallway light on I'd hear your lock before I reached The end of the hall Now I'm standing here alone Listening to the cables pull Like nothing ever changed at all Pre-Chorus 2 I know the route I know the trick Keep my hands down Let it pass No one here Would even know Chorus 2 I still reach for your floor Before I remember You don't live there for me anymore My hand knows the number My head knows better Funny what the body keeps a record of I don't call I don't wait by the door I don't even miss you like before But every now and then Without thinking I still reach for your floor Bridge Your number comes up I watch it turn bright For half a second The doors could open And everything could be the same They don't The number changes And I let it Nine Ten Still moving Eleven I keep my hands to myself Final Chorus I still reach for your floor But tonight I remembered Before my hand could touch the number I watched it pass above me Kept going without you Didn't need to make it mean much more I don't call I don't wait by the door Maybe that's what moving on is for Not forgetting Just knowing I don't get off on your floor Oh Mm Keep going Outro Doors open Different hallway I step out And don't look back ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━