**“Left Corner”** Blanco nights, smoke in the room, Phone face down, don’t speak too soon. Matty got quiet when the lights went low, Everybody there, but nobody knows. Cup in his hand, haze in his chest, He don’t say much, he just lets it rest. Laughs with the crowd, but his mind slips off, Like there’s something in the dark that he never talks about. There’s a secret standing in the corner, Left side of the room where the shadows get warmer. He looks that way, then he looks right back, Like he saw something move but he won’t say that. Blanco nights, smoke rolling slow, Matty sees things that the rest don’t know. Left corner staring, pulling him in, He keeps smiling like it’s not happening. Blanco nights, smoke in the air, Everybody’s loud but he’s not really there. Looks to the left, then he laughs it off, Only Matty knows who’s standing in the dark. He got that calm, but it don’t feel clean, Too many thoughts in a blue-lit scene. Jacked frame posted by the wall like a guard, But his eyes keep drifting like he’s hiding scars. Blanco on ice, smoke on the ceiling, Whole room lit but the vibe got a feeling. Someone asks, “You good?” and he says, “I’m fine,” But he’s staring at the corner for the fifth damn time. Nobody sees it, nobody clocks, Nobody hears that invisible knock. But Matty goes still when the bassline drops, Like the thing in the corner knows when to watch. There’s a secret standing in the corner, Left side of the room where the shadows get warmer. He looks that way, then he looks right back, Like he saw something move but he won’t say that. Blanco nights, smoke rolling slow, Matty sees things that the rest don’t know. Left corner staring, pulling him in, He keeps smiling like it’s not happening. Blanco nights, smoke in the air, Everybody’s loud but he’s not really there. Looks to the left, then he laughs it off, Only Matty knows who’s standing in the dark. Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s fate, Maybe it’s somebody he couldn’t shake. Maybe it’s real, maybe it’s not, Maybe that corner knows too much. And when the room gets quiet, And the smoke starts to clear, Matty looks left like, “Why are you still here?” No one turns around, No one sees the shape. Just Blanco on the table And a secret wide awake. Blanco nights, smoke rolling slow, Matty sees things that the rest don’t know. Left corner staring, pulling him in, He keeps smiling like it’s not happening. Blanco nights, smoke in the air, Everybody’s loud but he’s not really there. Looks to the left, then he laughs it off, Only Matty knows who’s standing in the dark. Phone face down, cup gone dry, Smoke fades out, but he won’t say why. Room clears out, night falls apart, Matty looks left and follows the dark.
