[Intro – close, paper-quiet] [pencil down, one breath, no count-in] [Verse 1 – intimate, almost muttering] I don’t need the whole equation Just the part where x becomes your name You keep trying to work it out in daylight But the answer only shows up after shame [Pre-Chorus – rising tension, still small] Every variable you bring me I already know by heart [Chorus – clear, insistent, not shouted] Solve for skin The only proof that matters Show your work with both hands And I’ll show you where the heat gathers [Post-Chorus – muttered, under the groove] Show your work… Both hands [Verse 2 – lower, more urgent] I wrote the problem on the inside of my wrist So I wouldn’t forget the way you taste You keep asking for the steps I’m giving you the final place [Pre-Chorus 2 – tighter, less air] Every variable you bring me I already know by heart [Bridge – sparse, spoken-sung] No more paper No more pen Just the quiet calculation Of yes and when [Breakdown / Build – tools hitting the floor] [paper rustle, then nothing] [heat gathers in the gap] [Final Chorus – denser, more physical] Solve for skin Leave the numbers on the floor The only correct answer Is the one that makes you ask for more [Tag – last insistence] Solve for skin Show your work with both hands [Outro – fading] Show your work… [whisper] Both hands.
