Hang Your Art

[Verse 1] Frame on a nail in a quiet room, paint still wet with a drying bloom. Hands don’t shake if I breathe them slow— truth weighs light when I let it show. I’ve carried drafts like they were doors, fearing the knock that never scores. I hang this one and let it be— if it’s for you, you’ll come and see. Pre-Chorus No borrowed eyes, no rented praise, I choose the wall where my name stays. If you arrive, arrive for real— I’m not a secret you can steal. Chorus Hang your art— don’t wait for yes, let the room decide the rest. Every crack can catch the light, I’d rather honest than polite. Verse 2 Sent you the first cut— three dots, then quiet. Silence can sting, but I won’t hide it. If love is loud, it shows its face— if not, I keep my slower pace. I sign the corner small and true, not for the crowd, but me and you. Approval fades like borrowed gloss— authorship stays when numbers drop. Pre-Chorus 2 No borrowed eyes, no rented praise, I choose the wall where my name stays. If you arrive, arrive for real— I’m not a secret you can steal. Chorus 2 Hang your art— don’t wait for yes, let the room decide the rest. Every crack can catch the light, I’d rather honest than polite. Bridge (near-a cappella) One breath. One nail. If it’s true, it won’t fail. Final Chorus + Dry Tag Hang your art— I’ll leave it here, not for applause, but to be clear. (tag, dry) Never be afraid to hang your art.