[Intro: syncopated beat, nylon guitar plucks, filtered static, key of F minor] i brought salt in a plastic lid from lunch held it like a riddle too easy to solve he was already there not waiting just existing like water when you’re not watching it [Verse 1: vocal stack enters gently, beat locks into groove] i sat like a question opened my hand he stepped forward slow like deciding whether or not to believe in kindness he paused then stayed then looked through me like i was part of the trees but slightly off [Bridge: filtered static softens, vocal doubles rise] he stepped close enough that the air changed warm and full of breath like a fireplace but outside i didn’t speak silence felt like part of it he snorted like the moment was real and i wasn’t wrong to be in it [Final Verse: nylon melody widens, vocal stack holds longer notes] he stood there like trust had a shape you don’t name out loud just sit beside i put the lid in my backpack walked home with salt on my fingers and a quiet i kept [Outro: syncopated beat fades, nylon echoes, filtered static hums]
