Private Rm

[PRIVATE ROOM HABITS] [Intro — Male] [Yeah... Same barstool, different constellation Neon bleeding through the ventilation Told myself I’d only stay for one Just orbiting till the night was done] [Hook — Female] You don’t come here for me, baby You come for the space in your chest Where the noise goes weightless And your mind can finally rest Lights low, eyes half-closed Smoke drifting like perfume You swear it’s something real Till it vanishes too soon Private room… Built from borrowed moons… [Verse 1 — Male] [Walked in like a man avoiding his own apartment Keys heavy in my pocket like unfinished arguments Phone full of names I don’t call anymore Conversations paused somewhere before closure Band in the corner playing soft and tired Singer sounding like somebody recently fired Bassline warm like a lie you accept Just loud enough to help you forget Watched people laughing like nothing hurts But you can tell who’s drowning by how hard they flirt Couples leaning close but staring away Practicing love for the length of a song’s play She moving slow under violet light Like she learned survival means looking bright Smile sharp but her eyes stay still Like joy is something performed by will I ain’t here for romance or fantasy scenes Just chasing the quiet between routines Trying to mute thoughts that follow me home Cause silence feels louder when you’re alone Bartender wipes the counter again and again Like erasing stories he hears from men He don’t ask questions, just pours and nods Like confession belongs more to bars than gods] [Hook — Female] You don’t come here for me, baby You come for the glow you chase Where the past goes quiet And the mirror forgets your face Lights low, hearts move slow Truth fading in the fumes You think you found salvation Till you follow it to the room Private room… Nothing there but you… [Verse 2 — Male] [Bassline heavy like thoughts I bury Laughing loud so nobody worries She sit beside me like coincidence planned Reading loneliness better than I understand She talks about dreams between practiced lines I nod like I’m fine with temporary highs Every word feels halfway true Like she selling comfort she once needed too I notice details people ignore Scuffed heels walking back and forth on the floor A tired sigh when the music dips The way exhaustion hides behind painted lips And I recognize something familiar there Two strangers pretending not to care Both knowing morning cancels the spell But still letting the illusion sell Cash hits wood like quiet regret Trading hours I’ll later forget Demons don’t shout — they hum in key Sounding almost like relief to me For a second I believe I’m new Like the past can’t follow what I choose But reflection in a dark TV screen Shows the same man I’ve always been] [Verse 3 — Male — Harder Solo] [Morning sliding through broken blinds Reality arriving without warning signs Music gone, just chairs and glass Night feels distant, fading fast Waitress laughing, pouring coffee black Says I snore when the silence cracks Same booth holding last night’s weight Like time itself decided to wait Head heavy but my thoughts feel clear No smoke left to hide in here Just sunlight honest and unforgiving Asking quietly how I’ve been living I step outside and the air feels sharp Cold enough to restart the heart City waking without concern While I stand there trying to learn Maybe escape was never the cure Just pauses I kept mistaking for sure Maybe strength ain’t loud or grand Just walking away when you finally can Cars passing, morning gold World moving whether young or old And for once I don’t chase the tune That always ends in that private room] [Final Hook — Female Soft] You don’t come here for me, baby You come for the quiet inside Some dreams feel sacred Till you see what they hide Lights fade, pulse slows down Truth cuts through the gloom Private room…