[Verse 1: The Drift] You were a compass spinning senseless, north was nowhere to be found, A vagabond addicted to the vagrant’s vagrant ground. You chased the El Dorado hum in every city’s gold, Growing old while trying to keep your fever young and cold. You mistook the glitter for the genuine affair, A moth inside the motion of the midnight-manic air. You drifted through the tenements of “almost” and “too soon”— While I was burning candles down to stubs, waiting in your room. [Pre-Chorus: The Cost] You were mapping constellations while you spat upon the solid ground, In love with being lost, yeah, too arrogant to be found. [Chorus: The Decay] But gravity is patient; it watched your orbit decay. Now you’re done with chasing comets ’cause you burned your wings today. You’re trading in the maybe for the certainty you know, Trading erratic fever for the steady, certain glow. I ain’t your safety net, boy—I’m the planet and the core, The heavy, holy gravity that slams you home for more. The physics of your wandering have finally unwound: You’ve crashed long enough—this is your prison, this is your ground. [Verse 2: The Recognition] You treated me like wallpaper while you chased the empty noise, Playing with the pretty, polished, dangerous little toys. You wanted complex algorithms, riddles wrapped in wire, While I was just the architecture, sick of holding up your fire. I slaved to build a sanctuary while you built castles made of steam, I kept your foundation when you pissed away the dream. You sought the storm, the voltage, the jagged edge of feel, Forgetting I was real. [Bridge: The Structure] But I ain’t just a harbor—I’m all that’s left now you’ve burned every other port, The ballast and the anchor in the belly of your gale. You don’t demand the spotlight like the flash-and-fading light; You’re just too blind to see me holding up the crushing night. The ancient, steady heartbeat that the chaos can’t erode, The only reason you’re not sleeping freezing in the heavy load. [Verse 2.5: The Trespass] You got seduced by symmetry, couldn’t keep your hands to skin, Chased the shimmer on the surface like a fool who couldn’t win. You wandered through the lookalikes, hypnotized by borrowed shine, Mistook the branches for the root and called the mistake mine. But every cheap affair, every desperate, proximate embrace, Was just a guttering candle to my everlasting blaze— A joke you played upon yourself. You were digging in the wrong dirt, Sifting glitter from the cold, panning pyrite, getting hurt. [Verse 3: The Alchemy] I’m the logic in the bloodline, the iron in the vein, The shelter standing open despite the center of the rain. You never asked for spotlights, never earned them, never crowned— I just kept the table level and I kept the anchor down. A synthesis of mercy and a rage as hard as stone, I turned a pile of lumber into something like a home. While you were sketching castles on the canvas of the air, You turned around and realized that I was always there. [Final Chorus: The Constant] I’m the axis of the turning, the silence in the hum, The sum of all the numbers that the years add up to become. Not a variable drifting in some calculated chance, But the absolute constant in the wild, swinging dance. The soil is rich and fertile ’cause I made it so where your shadow lies; There ain’t no distant galaxy against my storm-gray eyes. A love that isn’t burning out, but building slow and sure— The only ground you’ve got left, not the desperate, breathless cure. [Outro: The Covenant] The walls are strong. The root is deep. I am the sentence... That the seasons keep. Solid ground. Your only landing.
