Clear Signal, Static Noise

[Intro] Boots by the door, phone face-down, Silence loud in this rented town. I clean the mud, I cut the sound, Honor hurts, but it sticks around. [Verse 1] I don’t cry. I organize. Sharp little rituals, razor mind. Replay the drills, frame by frame, Trying to starve that whispering name. Did I walk out or did I fold? In their language, quiet means old. Means you didn’t f***t, didn’t belong, Means she was right all along. [Pre-Chorus] Then a card on paper thick as trust, Ink that didn’t print, it bled—just us. “No press. No show. Just art and air.” A bridge that doesn’t ask me to swear. [Chorus] You sent a clear signal through museum light, Low voices, brave walls, beeswax nights. You didn’t grab me, didn’t claim, You drew a line without my name. I felt it then—steady, true, Not loud love, but something new. A hand between me and the flame, A clear signal, no performance frame. [Verse 2] Blue dress courage, parquet floor, Paintings that know how to say less, more. You stand like a question answered slow, Eyes saying things your mouth won’t go. We talk about skies that refuse to break, About restraint, the art of weight. Then silver cuts the quiet room, Her laugh too big, a familiar boom. [Pre-Chorus 2] You don’t flinch, you don’t freeze, You choose your ground with brutal ease. “Wait here.” Gentle. Not a plea. I watch resolve walk away from me. [Chorus] You sent a clear signal, calm and clean, No crown, no f***t, no messy scene. You didn’t say “mine,” you said “enough,” You built a wall out of quiet stuff. I felt it land like truth does—plain, A boundary heavier than chains. A clear signal, firm and spare, I wasn’t a rumor—I was there. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Thirty-seven hours, that’s all it took, For ink to bite like a dirty hook. Headline grin, my name misspelled, A “mystery woman” packaged, sold. Training ground whispers, coffee breath, “Keep your head clear,” the manager says. My life shrinks to a sidebar quote, My future tied to someone else’s note. [Pre-Chorus 3] Phone won’t stop, doors feel thin, I learn the cost of letting light in. You text, “Don’t answer. I’m on it now.” On it feels colder than I allow. [Chorus] The signal breaks under neon rain, Private truths go public, plain. They blur my face, they choose my role, Turn my heartbeat into a poll. I didn’t sign up, didn’t agree, But the story’s louder than me. Clear signal lost in static noise, Every choice reduced to choice. [Bridge] You stand in my hallway, tired eyes, Apologies stacked like alibis. You want to fix what can’t rewind, I see the trap, the teeth, the shine. I don’t need saving—I need air, I need my name back, right there. This isn’t love under glass and heat, It’s pressure learning where we meet. [Double Chorus] You were a clear signal, I won’t deny, In rooms where power knows how to hide. But signals change when they hit the street, Get bent, get sold, get stripped of b**t. I’m still here, still standing tall, Even when the lights don’t fall. Clear signal