My Own - Silver ❤️

Four seventeen, same light through the blinds Two voices out, I hear my own between the lines Kept the kick warm while the room went still Not trying to be loud, just trying to be real Cold and bright, that box in the corner glows Learned how to make it speak more than it shows Everybody wants a drop, a hook, a sign I wanted one sound that felt like mine If you waited, you know this tone Silver and cold, but not alone Quiet so long I lost my own phone One voice, one kick, one stone No features, no filter, no second take Just the sound I learned not to fake If it's only one left before the night's gone Let it be this one, let it be my own