[Verse 1: The Spectre] You were a compass spinning senseless, I was just another north, A novelty of friction that you charted back and forth. You chased my El Dorado hum, my particular fool’s gold, Pretending you were young while I was calculated cold. You wore me like a glitter, a secret affair, A moth that flickered brightest in the midnight-manic air. You called me "almost," called me "soon," called me the interlude— While she was choking on the candles that you left burning in your room. [Pre-Chorus: The Warning] You were wanting something in my stars while she held solid ground, Too stupid to be found. [Chorus: The Ejection] But gravity is vicious; it yanked you from my bed. You’re crawling back to comets that you swore were dead. You’re trading in the spark for the safety that you know, Trading my electric for her dull and steady glow. She ain’t your planet—she’s your leash, your comfortable core, The heavy, holy gravity that drags you home for more. The physics of your wandering have crashed upon the wall: You’re just a dog returning, not a man who’s standing tall. [Verse 2: The Mirror] You treated me like music while you made her be the noise, I was the dangerous toy, she was the chore you avoided, wrapped in wire. I was the architecture you trespassed in, holding up your fire. I gave you sanctuary while she kept your castle made of steam, I was the fever, she was the foundation of your dream. You sought my storm, my voltage, my destructive edge of feel, Forgetting that her "real" was just the absence of my real. [Bridge: The Residue] But I ain’t just a detour—I was the truth you couldn’t take, The ballast and the anchor that you snapped inside the gale. I don’t demand the spotlight? Well, I stole it anyway; I burned your ceiling down against the crushing night. I’m the chaos that she fears, the glitch she can’t erase, The structural integrity you lack beneath your heavy, hollow face. [Verse 2.5: The Collusion] You got seduced by symmetry? I memorized your skin, Chased the shimmer on the surface ’cause I wanted you to win. I wandered through your marriage, hypnotized by borrowed shine, I knew I was the branch, not root—I drank the fault like wine. But every stolen hour, every bitter proximate embrace, Proved my guttering candle had more heat than her embrace. You were digging in my dirt, sweating, sifting me from cold— Panning me for gold you never found, then left me in the fold. [Verse 3: The Transmutation] She’s the logic in your bloodline? I’m the toxin in the vein, The shelter you demolished in the center of the rain. She’ll never ask for spotlights? That’s because she’s too afraid— I’ll keep the table burning and I’ll keep the anchor unmade. A synthesis of venom and a will as hard as stone, You turned my home to lumber, now you’re rotting alone. While you were sketching castles on my canvas of the air, She turned around—she doesn’t know that I was everywhere. [Final Chorus: The Variable] She’s the axis of your turning? I’m the wobble in the spin, The sum of all the numbers that you subtracted to become thin. I’m the variable drifting in her pathetic calculated chance, The ghost that haunts your "constant" in your chaotic dance. The soil is acid where your shadow used to lie; There is a distant galaxy—my storm-gray eye. A love that is burning out, unlike her layer by layer— I’m the question that you’ll gasp for, not her desperate, breathless prayer. [Outro: The Escape] The walls are down. The root is rotted. I am the secret... That your seasons forgot. Solid ground? Watch you drowning.
