Stay
Engine still warm. The first ask of the night, spoken low enough not to break it.
You don't gotta say nothing yet.
Breathe right here.
Feel your hands let go.
…yeah — stay.
Feel
Smoke in the chest. The room stops pressing. Don't think just feel.
Lights feel softer than before.
Drip run slow down my throat.
Feel — don't chase it.
…yeah, damn — feel.
Never Do
Room quiet like it's waiting for me to leave. But this time, I stayed.
I never do this.
Not this part —
not this close,
not this long.
After Midnight
Title track. The hour the room goes soft and nothing pretends anymore.
After midnight I stop giving a fuck
about who I said I was.
You don't ask me — you already know
I'll let you do it slow.
WYA
Screen glow in a dark room. Three dots, then nothing, then again.
Phone lights up in the dark.
You type 'hey' like it's casual —
you ask 'where you at' like it's not loaded.
And then… you wait.
And Then
The gap between bodies closing. Nothing said, everything already decided.
Your voice gets lower when you lean in.
And then… your knee brushes mine by accident.
And then… you don't apologize.
And then… you wait.
Don't Say It
Low-lit lounge. The word that would ruin it, sitting on your tongue.
Don't say it. I already hear you.
If you say it we can't pretend now —
so don't say it.
Just stay this close and let it sound.
You Already Know
Green booth, close-mic. Confession that never becomes a sentence.
Your breath hits, my jaw locks, space gets small.
You don't touch me — you don't have to.
I already feel what you're about to do.
You already know.
Right here… don't move.
Right here… stay close.
Right here… I feel you.
Right here.
Right Here (Still)
Same room, warmer lamp. The tension finally becomes contact — still controlled.
Right here — yeah… right here.
Close enough to feel it.
Close enough to mean it.
Don't move. I've got you.
Right Here (Closer)
Lights off. The version only one of us was supposed to hear.
not gone, not sober,
just stuck right here.
yeah… stay there.
right here… again.
You say 'last one' then laugh
like we don't know how this end.
Not drunk. Not sober.
Just open. Just broken.
Image
Balcony air. The high leaving the body while the city keeps burning.
Same face, different image.
Been me this long —
nothing changed but something did.
Thought I knew what I'd do.
Still Awake
Ceiling at 4 AM. Body done, mind still running the tape back.
Still awake. Still wired.
Still thinking about nothing.
Birds outside — hate that sound.
Means the night ran out.
Too Bright
Blinds cracked. The world comes back too fast and the night won't let go.
It's too bright. Way too soon.
Still awake in the afternoon.
Night ain't gone but the sun showed up.
…yeah — pull the blinds.