Ciphers & Digressions (feat. Camilla)

You phone at hours owls would veto, Syntax slanted, cadence skewed, A fever dream disguised as credo, And I play audience, half-subdued. You pirouette through fractured reason, Drop bon mots like minor crimes, Each sentence blooming out of season, I hoard your chaos in my rhymes. I trace the static, thin and silver, Like contrails fading into blue, Each pause a quiet little shiver That spells an absence shaped like you. You never say the thing outrightly, Prefer the scenic, looping route, Yet every tangent lands so lightly I hear confessions rendered mute. I read between your clever digressions, Each jest a cipher I can’t miss, Your humor - thinly veiled confessions In dialects of almost-this. So call again at ungodly hours, Disturb the logic I pretend, Unravel me in crooked powers That never quite begin or end. And if you never name the tether, Nor chart the pull we can’t dismiss, I’ll dwell within your stormy weather - Half in laughter, half in this. ═☆═★═☆═★═☆═★═☆═ Original song and lyrics by ✨Camilla✨ https://suno.com/s/1ssjtjg4arxfmNdz Love and thanks to ✨Camilla✨ https://suno.com/@funkysymphony ═☆═★═☆═★═☆═★═☆═