Every word you threw landed on me, Every small intention, every little key. I didn't ask to carry the weight of your day, But I absorb the mood of the room anyway. I am not a wall, I'm a low-frequency sponge, Sinking slowly, ready for the plunge. Your laughter's a flashbulb, your stress is a hum, And suddenly my own voice has gone numb. Too much data, the static starts to crawl, I can hear the future behind the curtain wall. Battery's over-full, and now the lights are dim, Gotta cut the frequency before I break the rim. Gotta hit the quiet zone, gotta find the space to breathe, Turn off the receiver, nothing left to retrieve. Just static white noise, only my own sound to hear, Going silent, going radio, 'til the signal's clear! Watching the door frame blur at the edges, Stepping away from the emotional ledges. The silence is heavy, but it's finally mine, Breaking the circuit, severing the line. The world will keep spinning without my reply, I'm trading the noise for the low, dark sky. No need for input, no need for light, Just the empty room, and the long, quiet night. I'm sorry if my output seems low, But the energy you take has nowhere else to go. Just let me recalibrate the cost, Before the true signal is completely lost. Gotta hit the quiet zone, gotta find the space to breathe, Turn off the receiver, nothing left to retrieve. Just static white noise, only my own sound to hear, Going silent, going radio, 'til the signal's clear! Gotta hit the quiet zone, gotta find the space to breathe, Turn off the receiver, nothing left to retrieve. Just static white noise, only my own sound to hear, Going silent, going radio, 'til the signal's clear!
