[Intro] I don’t step in. I stand off to the side. One of me swingin’. One of me quiet. Wanderer in the doorway. Observer in the eye. Watchin’ two versions try to pick a side. [Verse 1] He said he buried it. Said the dirt was deep. Said the past went quiet. Said he earned his sleep. Showed up clean. Clocked in right. Told the room he won that fight. The other one laughed without a sound. “You didn’t bury nothin’. You just packed it down. Smoke still in the rafters. Words you never said. You dimmed the lights and called the body dead.” He said, “I got a lane. I got a life. You don’t get the wheel. You don’t get the night.” Quiet one answered soft and mean, “Then why you flinch when rooms go clean? Why you rerun wars at 2 a.m. like they still sittin’ across from him? You didn’t leave. You changed the set. Same old blood. New silhouette.” [Chorus] Observer in the corner, watchin’ me split. Wanderer in the wreckage, makin’ notes of it. One mouth say “I’m over it.” One mouth say “you lied.” I don’t pick a winner. I just watch the fight. Eye on the engine. Eye on the crack. Me vs the voice that keeps pullin’ me back. [Verse 2] He said, “I’m tired. Tired of loops. Tired of scars still filin’ suit. I named the ghost. I said it raw. That was supposed to shut your jaw.” Quiet one said, “A name’s a box. You locked the lid and called it dropped. World got the speech. I got the take. I watched you grin through every break. You called it healed to buy some sleep. That ain’t healed. That’s hide and keep.” He said, “So what I do? Keep you on blast? Carry your pulse and call it past?” Quiet one said, “I ain’t your foe. I’m what you tossed and still won’t know. You leave your pieces on the floor, walk off proud, then ask what for. I collect the parts you swear you lost. I charge you rent for every cost.” [Chorus] Observer in the corner, watchin’ me split. Wanderer in the wreckage, makin’ notes of it. One mouth say “I’m over it.” One mouth say “you lied.” I don’t pick a winner. I just watch the fight. Eye on the engine. Eye on the crack. Me vs the voice that keeps pullin’ me back. [Verse 3] He know what that voice is. Nights he didn’t blink. Words he swallowed sinkin’ in the drink. Kid who learned too loud get left. Built a whole life on top that theft. Said, “I paid my dues. Don’t act brand new.” Quiet one said, “You rented peace. That’s a lease, not a release. Soon as a soul try to stay close, you pack the exit in your throat. I didn’t write that. I kept the slip. Memory don’t hate. It just don’t forget.” He said, “I changed.” Quiet said, “Some do. You changed the paint. You changed the view. Didn’t change the check you run at night before you let a heart inside. That ain’t cruel. That ain’t a sting. That’s the boy still guardin’ the thing.” [Bridge] I don’t need you. You made me. I’m done hearin’ you. Then why you answer me? Shut your mouth. Make me. I ain’t him. You walk like him. I buried him. You buried skin. Left the body in the walls. Left the echo in the halls. Observer don’t cheer. Observer don’t save. Just watch two men wearin’ one name. [Verse 4] He asked, “What you want? A sorry speech? A funeral for what I be? That version died out in the street.” Quiet said, “Stop sayin’ fine like that’s a lock. Admit the way you love still walks half in the room, half out the frame. I ain’t the problem. I’m the name of every night you wouldn’t claim.” He said, “If I let you talk, what do I lose? The workin’ mask? The one that moves?” Quiet said, “Drop the show. Light the whole room. This voice ain’t drownin’. It’s checkin’ the floor you built a house on and swore was sure.” Wanderer write it down. Observer hold the stare. Not judge. Not priest. Just witness there. [Chorus] Observer in the corner, watchin’ me split. Wanderer in the wreckage, makin’ notes of it. One mouth say “I’m over it.” One mouth say “you lied.” I don’t pick a winner. I just watch the fight. Eye on the engine. Eye on the crack. Me vs the voice that keeps pullin’ me back. Me vs the kid who still believe if he go quiet the past gon’ leave. [Outro] I hear both. I trust none. Stay in the doorway. Don’t run the drum. Don’t leave me in that hush like none of it was ever much. Wanderer still walkin’. Observer still see. Two of me fightin’. One of me watchin’ me.
