Mm… …don’t say it too loud… it might disappear… (soft pulse, almost nothing) (verse 1 — close, whisper-toned, fragmented imagery) I saw you in the hallway light… like a shadow that forgot its shape… you didn’t really look at me… but I still felt it happen… air too thin to hold a thought… I let it slip through my fingers again… there’s a hum in the walls at night… like something breathing wrong… (pre-chorus — dissolving logic, emotional impression) I keep thinking I should leave it… but it follows me soft… like it already knows my name… even when I don’t say it… (chorus — airy, stretched, emotional core) I don’t wanna be the quiet part… in someone’s story… that nobody hears… if you get too close… I might turn into smoke… and forget how to stay… I want something gentle… but it never knows how to arrive… (“arrive” trails off, delayed) (drop — low bass heartbeat, distant textures) (verse 2 — surreal, cinematic, detached intimacy) There’s a light in the ceiling fan… it flickers like it’s remembering something… I talk to the dark sometimes… just to see if it talks back… everything feels halfway real… like I stepped into the wrong reflection… and you’re somewhere in it… but not where I can reach… (pre-chorus 2 — soft escalation, emotional blur) I tried to name it… but it kept changing shape… like it didn’t want to be held down… like it liked being lost… (chorus — wider, more fragile, floating phrasing) I don’t wanna be the quiet part… in someone’s story… that nobody hears… if I stay too long… I start fading into the corners… of everything I touch… I want something gentle… but it keeps coming like a dream… that doesn’t remember me… (bridge — stripped, almost spoken, internal world) If I reached out… would it still be real… or just the idea of it… I keep everything soft… so it doesn’t break first… but even softness… can disappear… (final chorus — most open, slow, suspended) I don’t wanna be the quiet part… in someone’s story… that nobody hears… if I’m already gone… don’t tell me too clearly… just let it happen slow… I want something gentle… but gentle doesn’t always stay… (outro — fading, unresolved, drifting out of focus) mm… if I turn away… don’t follow too fast… I might still be here… just not in the same way… mm…
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