[singer A (female)] Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath Don’t say shit, you’ll just regret Lock it up behind your teeth Keep it clean, keep it neat Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath Feel it stack inside your chest If they don’t know, they can’t wreck Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath [melodic interlude] [singer B (male)] Fan hum stuck in my teeth Phone glow burning through my sleep I scroll past the same five names Like I’m checking for a fire alarm change My jaw clicks when I don’t speak Counting tiles on repeat Don’t type it out Don’t let it come out Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath Don’t say shit, you’ll just regret Lock it up behind your teeth Keep it clean, keep it neat [transition] Left on read for two damn days Saw them post, didn’t reply my way Now I’m pacing in the hall Talking shit to the wall Coffee cold on the counter again Same mistake, different friend Don’t raise your voice Don’t give them a choice Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath Don’t say shit, you’ll just regret Lock it up behind your teeth Keep it clean, keep it neat [instrumental] Left dishes sitting in the sink Watched the water turn to stink Same hoodie three days straight Forgot what I was supposed to hate No big sadness, just flat lines Clock ticking too many times [singer A (female)] No rush, no spark Just walking through the dark Hold your breath, hold—hold your breath Even silence sounds like stress Lock it up, don’t let it slip Keep it tight between your lips [transition] [singer B (male)] But I’m tired of checking my tone in my head Replaying things I already said What if I say it exactly like that What if nobody hits me back What if the worst case doesn’t show What if I don’t need to know [singer A (female)] Don’t hold breath, don’t—don’t hold breath Say it wrong, fuck the rest Let it spill, let it land Don’t over-plan, don’t over-plan Don’t hold breath, don’t—don’t hold breath Feel it all in your chest If it breaks, let it break Not everything needs a safe way [melodic interlude] [singer B (male)] Windows open, late day air Same streets, but I’m still there Phone still buzzing on the desk I don’t check it every second No clean ending, no perfect fix Just less noise in my head like this Still awkward, still out of place But I’m here, taking space
