Quiet Facade

[Intro] Soft light on the sink, the clock hums low A porcelain smile in a mirror glow I polish the air with practiced pauses While the quiet truth hides in ordinary clauses [Verse 1] I line up the hours like orderly stars Knit buttoned lies to quiet the scars The routine hums a velvet, velvet lie But the kettle whispers when no one’s by [Pre-Chorus] In the hum of the fridge, I hear a truth A whisper dressed as a domestic proof [Chorus] I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display Yet tiny cracks map the real today In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door The imperfect heart keeps asking for more [Verse 2] I dust the shelves till they gleam like vows I memorize the routes around the house Behind the curtain of every pristine scene Lies the simple ache of what could have been [Pre-Chorus] A kettle’s steam writes letters to my name I feel the margins growing brave and tame [Chorus] I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display Yet tiny cracks map the real today In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door The imperfect heart keeps asking for more [Bridge] The overlooked beat of a quiet life Where shadow and dust become a kinder light I trade the mask for a softer scale And find a voice in the ordinary, pale [Chorus] I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display Yet tiny cracks map the real today In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door The imperfect heart keeps asking for more [Outro] So I fold the daylight into a seam And wear the mundane like a patient dream Solace grows where the small things breathe And the hidden self learns how to live beneath