[Verse 1] I carry conversations that I swear I never had. Recognize the future like I'm studying the past. Every door I open got me thinking where it's been. Every loss I took just made another question live. Momma told me, "Trust your heart," but mine don't talk in words. It speak in little moments that get buried in the dirt. I know this ain't anxiety, it feel too organized. Like somebody left a message on the back side of my mind. I laugh with everybody, but I'm somewhere else inside. Got a thousand little pieces that refuse to coincide. I'm chasing confirmation while they're chasing dollar signs. Trying to read between the spaces every sentence leave behind. If life is just a movie, why I know the next scene? If this is my beginning, why it never feel that way? Questions piling higher every single passing day. I'm just looking for the truth, wherever it may lay. [Hook] Static in my head, but the signal getting stronger. Every answer finds a way to turn into another. I don't know what's calling, I just know it calls my name. So I keep walking through the noise until it speaks plain. [Verse 2] Every dream got fingerprints I can't identify. Every stranger got a face that I can't simplify. Maybe I'm just overthinking every little thing. Or maybe truth is louder than the songs we choose to sing. They tell me, "Live the moment," but the moment never stays. It disappear before I ever learn to navigate. I've seen too many patterns just to call it luck now. Too many coincidences lining up somehow. So if the road is written, let it meet me where I stand. I'm done pretending every answer fit inside a plan. Until the smoke clears, I'ma keep my eyes awake. 'Cause something in the silence keeps on calling me by name. I don't need the proof today, I only need the spark. Sometimes every journey gotta start inside the dark. If tomorrow holds the truth, then let it find me first. Until then I'll wear these questions like they're stitched into my shirt. [Hook] Static in my head, now the signal's getting clearer. Every step I take feels like the answer's drawing nearer. I don't know what's waiting, I just know I can't stand still. So I keep walking through the noise until the silence tells me real. [Outro] [Phone vibrating... once... twice... three times.] I don't know this number... ...but why does it feel like I've been waiting for this call my whole life?
