[INTRO — room tone, quiet radiator hum, one glass softly set down] Mm— something sweet in here Burnt sugar or wires or— [a tiny inhale] that perfume again [soft brushed percussion enters unevenly] [VERSE 1 — intimate, drifting observations] Velvet curtain holding smoke Blue at the hem where the sunlight broke Somebody moved down the hall too fast No— not moved just floorboards settling like they always do Mmh There’s dust inside the piano keys again Makes the notes feel slower Makes everything feel— [brief pause] used softly [HOOK — melodic but understated, asymmetrical phrasing] Soft metals Warm skin The room bends inward just a little Soft metals Tea stain Something about tonight feels already remembered [quiet harmony echo] (already remembered…) [VERSE 2 — sensory drift deepening] Wet wool and clove cigarettes Rain trapped inside somebody’s coat The silver tray still smells like lemons Underneath— mmh Underneath something older Like church basements Like wet pennies held too long in the hand I keep thinking someone said my name But only when the pipes click Only when the glasses settle Only when I stop speaking [PRE-CHORUS — small emotional leak] Funny— How certain rooms keep breathing after people leave How certain songs wait inside the walls Till the right heat touches them [HOOK — slightly altered, subtle harmonic expansion] Soft metals Low light Everybody glowing through the dust a little Soft metals Half-smile I could almost mistake this for being alive again [small involuntary laugh] hah— dangerous thought [INSTRUMENTAL — prepared piano taps, upright bass, distant hallway hum] [VERSE 3 — incomplete thought loops, emotional contamination] Lipstick mark on the second glass Not mine I don’t think— No mine was darker then Or maybe warmer There’s that smell again Static and old roses Like the dressing room under the theater stairs God— I haven’t thought about that in— [a chair creaks softly] Mm. Someone keeps humming upstairs Same three notes Not enough to be a song Just enough to make the room lean strangely [BREAK — nearly silent except soft room hum] You ever notice how memory arrives all at once but leaves in pieces [FINAL HOOK — emotionally fuller but still restrained] Soft metals Slow heat Everybody learning how to fade beautifully Soft metals Dim gold Some nights the air itself feels carefully inherited [overlapping soft echoes] (inherited… inherited…) [OUTRO — tape hiss rising slightly, distant pipes, low breath] The radiator clicking sounds almost conversational tonight Mm— There it goes again Like somebody trying to remember me correctly [soft exhale] Or trying not to.
