[Intro – sounds of water dripping, ] “the numbers don’t add, they just bleed,” [Verse 1] My love ain’t a line, it twists back on itself, bleeding, A loop in the dark where the clocks stop breathing. You heal in bright chambers, five doors, five lights, I heal in crawlspaces that swallow their nights. You remember in still frames, soft, safe, stored, I remember wallpaper peeling from old wars. You sleep like a sealed vault, untouched, calm, floor, Your past is a hallway. Mine’s a trapdoor. [Pre-Chorus – ghostlike] I tried to learn your grammar, your symmetry clean, But I speak in frequencies you’ve never seen. My pulse don’t beat, it triangulates, Mapping dead air in abandoned states. [Chorus – mantra, cold] Is my blood a different equation? (Different equation…) Some slow fermentation? Your compass locks true, mine shakes like doubt, Forgetting which way north points out. Your joy’s surface sunlight, mine’s trench-water blue, Your sorrow dissolves, mine sticks like glue. Is my blood a different equation… Still learnin’ the notation. [Verse 2 – denser, darker] You build memories like towers, stone, straight, aligned, Mine rise like fog, shapeless, unrefined. Time for you flows forward, river clean, Time for me folds inward, a corridor unseen. Your anger hits quick, flash, then it’s gone, Mine drips slow poison through cracks all day long. You turn pages gently, smooth spine, no tear, I scribble in margins of dreams stripped bare. What wounds you once, haunts me everywhere. [Bridge – minimal, decayed] Maybe I’m not broken, just tuned to quieter ruins, A dialect for people who crumble without movin’. Wired to a voltage rare in this chain, Not malfunction, Just another species of rain. [Chorus – darker variant] Is my blood a different equation? (Different equation) Some slow fermentation? You move toward daylight while I walk blind, Tracing the outline of a fractured mind. Your joy warms quick, mine sinks like stone, Your sadness leaves, mine carves a home. Is my blood a different equation, Still learnin’ the notation. [Outro – close-mic, whisper] I quit translating into the tongue you trust, Let my strange pulse rise from rust, Let my off beat blood adjust, to its own, slow, math… {end}
