[Intro — whispered close mic] Shhhh I dont build the sound I build the truth People hear these records and think Im addicted to the wreckage Like I wake up wantin to bleed on a beat Truth is I just know what it feels like when nobody says the quiet part out loud [Verse 1] I write for the ones sittin froze at green lights World yellin move while they stuck in the same night For the waitress fake laughin through another long shift Holdin herself together off cold tips For the mom by the stove when the whole house still Countin every late notice stacked by the bills For the boy with the headphones glued to his skull Crowded hallway still feelin invisible I know what it is when your head gets crowded Every small room start feelin surrounded When your own reflection dont feel familiar And tryna talk it out just make it sit heavier So I turn all of that into somethin breathin Somethin lost souls can lean within Not romanticizin hurt or destruction Just givin lonely people language for sufferin [Pre Chorus] I never made scars look fashionable Never made heartbreak feel glamorous These songs happen when truth gets cornered And finally spill where I cant mask it [Chorus] I dont make pain music because I love it I make it cause too many people wont discuss it Everybody bleedin under well dressed smiles Learnin how to drown while callin it survivin If these words hit somebody barely holdin together Somebody one dark night from gone forever Then every hard memory stitched in these lines Turned into a reason somebody survived tonight [Verse 2] Some people drink just to quiet the static Some disappear inside bad habits Some stay movin so they never sit still Cause silence got a way of turning real Me I put mine inside cadence and basslines Voice full of weight people feel through headphones at night Some people only feel seen when somebody say it So I turn hidden hurt into somethin sacred Tryna make somethin honest people hold onto When life feel too heavy just to walk through Documentin souls while the world apply pressure Watchin good people slowly turn unfamiliar [Bridge stripped down emotional] Shhhh I dont build the sound I build the truth Crazy how strangers know my pain better than people beside me Maybe thats why these songs keep finding Hearts too tired to explain what they carry So they let the music say it for em quietly [Verse 3 stripped drums building back in] Sometimes I wonder if these songs really help me Or if I just learned how to hurt more elegantly Turnin real wounds into words people replay While I still feel em the second the beat fade Strangers know parts of me people around dont Hear my truth clearer through headphones than phone calls Built it that way every time I stayed silent Music kept speakin the pain I was hidin Some nights I sit in the glow of the dashboard Engine still runnin but I dont know what for Bleedin through woofers like the bass got memories Hopin one lost soul hear it before the dark finish em And if one song stop somebody from givin up If one soul feel seen when the night get rough Then maybe every scar I put inside these verses Aint just pain anymore maybe finally its purpose Maybe thats why I keep writin these records Turnin buried hurt into somethin collective Cause if the world keep teachin people to mask it Maybe truth hit harder when nobody can hide from it [Final Chorus] I dont make pain music because I need darkness I make it so lost people know where the heart is For the ones fightin battles behind they appearance Still wakin up every day through interference And if one person hear this and finally feel noticed If one soul step back from the edge and refocus Then every wound I ever turned into music Became bigger than me the moment somebody used it [Outro soft exhausted] Maybe thats all music really is sometimes A hand on somebodys shoulder At the right moment
