The air folds strange tonight Every sound feels borrowed The walls don't echo anymore They listen You speak like rain falling on glass It never touches what it's meant to clean I almost believe you Almost There's a shape between words we don't say A hunger that smells like metal You keep calling it peace I keep bleeding it slow I used to think the silence was kind Now it just knows too much I dreamt I swallowed my own echo It sounded like truth at first Then it started asking questions We trade our breath for permission Our names for the weight of being right You smile with your eyes closed I smile because I can't see The silence hums my name And it never sounds wrong