[Intro] Air vents sing; my thoughts do backing vocals. [Verse 1] Quiet apartment; loud inner monologue. Calendar blocks won’t block what I’m running from. Bassline sadness, mid-side hope, I mix my faith through a high-pass cut. Left on read; no text. I let it be— If love needs proof, it won’t come from me. I journal in bullets; I soften the aim, I’m trying to heal without needing to name it. I fold my laundry like I’m folding a prayer, Stacking the seconds I actually spare. The night is gentle; the mind is not— I bargain with sleep for the peace I want. [Hook (no sung)] Keep it hush, keep it holy, I don’t overshare. If it’s heavy, I hold it with cleaner air. If I break, I break quiet, then I build it fair— Slow is my tempo; I’m a long repair. Keep it hush, keep it holy, I don’t overshare. If it’s heavy, I hold it with cleaner air. If I break, I break quiet, then I build it fair— Slow is my tempo; I’m a long repair. [Verse 2] New day, same room, different weather inside, Therapy notes in a screenshot I hide. I water the plant like I’m teaching my hands How to be kind without any demands. Algorithm knows I’m awake at two, Selling me peace I can’t afford to buy. I turn the phone face down like a ritual, Let the fridge hum be proof I’m here. Out there it’s rush; in here it’s space, I practice the courage of staying the same. Not forever—just for tonight, Let mercy arrive before the light. [Bridge] If home is a chord, I’m holding the drone. If grace is a key, I’m leaving it on. No perfect ending, no perfect tone— But I’m still singing, and that’s enough. [Hook (no sung)] Keep it hush, keep it holy, I don’t overshare. If it’s heavy, I hold it with cleaner air. If I break, I break quiet, then I build it square— Slow is my tempo; I’m a long repair. Keep it hush, keep it holy, I don’t overshare. If it’s heavy, I hold it with cleaner air. If I break, I break quiet, then I build it fair— Slow is my tempo; I’m a long repair. [Outro] City stays up; I learn to lie down.
