© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Verse 1] They said I don't say much. But they missed the shape of pause. Didn't see what lands before the words do. I arrange things that don't speak, small screws, old keys, bits of wire. I set them in rows. That's when the thinking gets clean. [Pre-Chorus] A crack in the pattern, it let the silence in. I memorized its weight so I could walk like nothing burned. [Chorus] I've got names for the things they skip. I walk in rhythm they can't hear. I don't speak much, but when I do, the air listens. And what's still is is still mine. what's still is is still mine. [Verse 2] I've chased the loop of what I loved too long. Ten-year spirals thread through drawers and dreams. People blink past me, say "relax", say "join", say "why?" But I already arrived. Just not in their line. [Chorus] I count by feeling. I rest by sound. I stay in the room. I go somewhere else. I don't mind the blur, I know which walls hold still. And what's still is is still mine. what's still is is still mine. [Bridge] Some days I talk to walls, sort the quiet they leave. I know the hours by the spin of the drum. I fold the world where it fits, the edge of a drawer, the breath of a fridge, and it folds me back, not cruel, just… not built to ask. [Outro] What's still is... ...is still mine. What's still is... ...is still mine.
