[Intro – sparse beat, vocal chop of “uoy etah I kniht I”] I start off curious, I give you grace I assume there’s more behind your face They cut me down the middle, didn’t ask me first Said “hold still,” said “this might hurt” Lights too bright, room too clean Body open, brain not seen You speak in conclusions, never in clues No pause, no depth, no reading the room Woke up different, not in pain Just quieter thoughts, rearranged Mirror says I’m not the same I don’t argue, I just nod my head You call it thinking, I call it noise You’re loud with opinions, empty with poise Pre-Chorus – A → B You think repeating makes it true You think certainty equals proof I’m watching the distance grow Between what you say and what you miss too It’s not a story, not a win Not a lesson, not a sin Just a line where I begin again Chorus – A x B uoy etah I kniht I Say it slow, let it fall By the time I understand you There’s nothing left at all There’s a line down the center of me Not a crack, not a break, not a plea It’s a spine I didn’t know I’d need Holding everything that’s me uoy etah I kniht I Funny how it goes I liked you best in silence Before I knew what you thought you knew I didn’t lose, I didn’t heal I stayed right here, I stayed real There’s a line down the center of me And it’s mine, unfortunately Verse 2 – call and response You don’t infer, you don’t imply You need it spelled out or it passes you by They say “you’re lucky,” I don’t care Luck’s just fear with better PR You argue like volume is intellect Like being sure means you’re correct You never doubt, you never bend That’s how I know where thinking ends I don’t flex it, don’t explain Don’t post it like a badge of pain Some people hide, some people pray I just let it take its place If it’s there, it stays I don’t edit out the frame Pre-Chorus – B → A It’s not a scar from what went wrong It’s proof I kept the system on You live inside the answer I live inside the why You stop when things feel settled I don’t trust that kind of quiet Chorus – stacked uoy etah I kniht I Backwards feels more true Because by the time I know you I’m already through There’s a line down the center of me Not a crack, not a break, not a plea It’s a spine I didn’t know I’d need Holding everything that’s me uoy etah I kniht I Reverse is how it starts I lose respect in real time While you’re still playing the part I didn’t lose, I didn’t heal I stayed right here, I stayed real There’s a line down the center of me And it’s mine, unfortunately Bridge – breakdown It’s not that I think I’m smarter I just don’t stop at the frame You think thinking is choosing a side I think it’s sitting with doubt and staying You want clean answers, neat belief I want tension, gaps, relief You want to sound like you belong I want to know if you’re actually wrong They want meaning I want function They want closure I want structure This isn’t trauma This is hardware Final Chorus – half‑backwards fusion uoy etah I kniht I I say it first this way Because by the time it’s forward It’s already too late There’s a line down the center of me Where the noise finally let me be If I disappear, it’s not defeat I just stopped needing guarantees I think I hate you Now it’s plain to see I liked you better backwards When you didn’t try to explain you to me I didn’t rise, I didn’t fall I just saw the system stall There’s a line down the center of me And now everything connects through it Outro Not fixed Not broken Just… running uoy etah I kniht I
