Six Months of Quiet

[Intro] Your penthouse hums like it’s holding its breath, London in pixels, water in glass. No sirens, no sleep, just the tick, tick, tick— Funny how silence can sound like a threat. [Verse 1] Your guy in a suit says my name like a problem, Calls it “narrative,” smooth as a k***e. Says I don’t fit with the calm they’re selling, Says love looks messy under white lights. You stare out the window, don’t look at me yet, Like the truth might crack if you turn. I feel the offer before you say it, Feel the lesson I didn’t want to learn. [Pre-Chorus] You dress it up gentle, say it’s for me, Say pressure kills things if you don’t let them breathe. But your words got a borrowed accent now, They don’t sound like you, and I know how you sound. [Chorus] So we pause. We hide. We call it care, we call it time. Six months of quiet, no names, no proof, I disappear so you can stay bulletproof. You say it’s love, you swear it’s clean, But love don’t ask me to go unseen. If this is protection, tell me why It feels like I’m the one being sacrificed. [Verse 2] Café table, chipped porcelain truth, Your espresso’s shaking just like your hands. You say “open-ended,” don’t say the number, Don’t say contracts, yen, or demands. I nod because I already knew, This world always collects its fee. I just didn’t think it’d come due In the shape of you explaining me. [Pre-Chorus 2] You say “pause,” like it’s temporary air, Like we’ll come back cleaner on the other side. But there’s distance hiding in the math of it, And I feel it widening while you talk kind. [Chorus] So we pause. We fade. Turn real life into a waiting game. Six months of quiet, headlines die, My name dissolves so yours survives. You swear you’re standing in front of the fire, But you stepped back and left me closer to it. If this is love, tell me why I feel smaller every time you “protect” it. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] A week of texts that sound like memos, “Thinking of you,” “Legal sent,” “H**g tight.” No questions about my runs, my days, No space for me that isn’t polite. Then the article hits—cold, neat, approved, Calls me “distraction,” like I’m a stain. And you text me, “It’s working,” Like that’s supposed to dull the pain. [Pre-Chorus 3] Something in my chest finally clicks, Like a lock deciding it’s done. I can love you and still refuse To be managed by what you’ve become. [Chorus] We paused. I saw. The cost of quiet, the shape of the law. Six months of silence turns into goodbye, Turns into me learning how not to lie. I won’t be hidden, I won’t behave, I won’t be the price you quietly pay. If love needs darkness just to exist, Then love and I have nothing left to fix. [Bridge] My dad fixed fences without a crowd, Didn’t call it strategy, just did it right. Honor’s not subtle, it’s not allowed To erase itself for someone else’s f***t. I asked you straight, I gave you space, You gave me lines you couldn’t cross. That hesitation—yeah, that was the truth, That was the moment we both lost. [Outro /