050 Unadjusted
Lyrics
thirty on the feed with a newly bought home
marble kitchen island a thirtyyear loan
we pass the updates round like a change in the air
did you hear he left did she pull it all together
no one calls it racing but the table stays warm
a quiet kind of measuring we never quite confirm
it isn’t envy just alignment
finding where i stand
someone hits a stride i stay up late
i call it drive - i recalibrate
why do i live this tired
when did a passing headline turn into a mirror
squinting at a milestone just to see it clearer
filling up the silence adjusting my own pace
lost inside the echoes we never name
this quiet calibration
gossip as a thread keeping us aware
who is breaking out and who is almost there
information dressed up as intimacy
while i check my numbers against the latest post
nobody asked me to step onto the track
still i match my stride - i don’t look back
it keeps the room alive
gives us something to say
a spark moves through the table
i move with it anyway
why do i live this tired
when did a passing headline turn into a mirror
squinting at a milestone just to see it clearer
filling up the silence adjusting my own pace
lost inside the echoes we never name
this quiet calibration
it sharpens me sometimes
it keeps me in the frame
it pushes and it pulls
and both can feel the same
i know it keeps us close
i know it works somehow
i just feel heavier
after it dies down
closing out the app no dramatic vow
let the numbers sit unadjusted now
just me
just for now
댓글
댓글 쓰기