Breath Between Walls

{slightly out-of-tune lonely

piano melody

that cuts out unexpectedly,

raw

tape hiss, 2am bedroom lo-fi atmosphere}

Taken for granted, big plans turned to dust Planted the seeds,

but the soil turned to rust Thought I was the favorite,

thought I was the choice Now the protocol is silence,

the absence of your voice

Kiss your face, you turn away—what’s the manual here?

If "doing my best" was the losing game,

make it disappear {subtle rhythmic stutter on good guys change their mind,

fragile melodic vocal delivery} Tried my best,

but the win was a lie Sitting in your dress,

waiting for the "why" People don't leave if the love is the

base But I was just the runner-up in the middle of your

race Good, just wasn't enough.

The variable failed.

The love was a ship,

but the wind never sailed.

{layered ethereal harmony, sparse instrumentation emphasizing vocal vulnerability} Four eyes in the

garden, two looking down Asking for a pardon while you're leaving this

town Thought I was the way home,

a destination point But I was just an obstacle,

a crack in the joint

If I couldn't be one,

I couldn't be two

You weren't perfect, but you were the design I knew

{biting precise

weary vocal delivery, rapid-fire vocal chop on I never said I was

perfect}

Did you mean it?

The "in love"

part?

Or was I just a convenient heart?

I was good. You just weren't listening.

{beat drops out, sound of paper being folded and unfolded,

whisper very

close-mic} Good, but not enough.

100% Tiguidou. The protocol is empty.

I’m closing the file.

{return to raw intimate 2am bedroom

studio vibe, sound of door gently closing,

final piano key echoing into total silence}