Closing the Last Page

{clean rhythmic guitar pluck,

sound of a page turning} [Verse 1]

You’re skilled at the descent,

but you flee at the landing Expert at the excess,

then the sudden expanding— Of the distance you create.

Acting like you're there,

You had me in the trap,

breathing in the air.

{add subtle clean reverb to "why"} Now I’m questioning the time,

the nights spent in the haze Why did I lose my sleep

in your calculated maze?

I’m exhausted by the parsing,

every hidden cue

I’ve dismantled every sentence,

I’m finally through. There’s no cipher in the silence,

no truth beneath the floor

I’m done reading the margins,

I don’t care anymore.

{layered harmonies, light and airy} Rien à décoder.

There’s nothing left to find.

The burden is lifted,

I’ve stopped the pursuit

Was my being too powerful?

Did I render you mute?

I’ve learned the exit,

the skill to depart You held me for a rhythm,

but I’ve reclaimed my heart.

{rapid-fire vocal chop on "it's just getting old"} Over-analyzing every word you

ever spoke

I’m done with the mirror,

I’m done with the

joke.

{ music pulls back,

rhythmic guitar and deep pulsing sub-bass} Where do we go?

Nulle part.

There is no map for a hollow heart.

{whisper, very close-mic} Nothing left.

Rien.

{raw intimate bedroom studio vibe,

resolved and elegant} 100% Tiguidou.

The code is broken.

There is nothing left to decode.

{notebook closing firmly, faint door locking

sound}