[Intro]
Quiet room, quiet clock, the world outside pretends to glow
[Verse 1]
Sidewalks echo with rings and vows, a glossy map of what to know
I count my breaths, not my possessions, and wonder where I’ll fit in the show
If luck wears a suit, is it worth the price I pay to stand in line?
I barter self-worth for headlines, while my small joys quietly align
[Pre-Chorus]
Single or married, the labels slide like doors that don’t quite fit
I keep my quiet heartbeat honest, and I refuse to counterfeit
[Chorus]
Love feels like a coin I flip in the mirror’s light
Wealth is a whisper, telling me I might be right
If luck is loud, I’ll listen to the soft delight of being mine
Hope grows in the margins where I redraw the line
[Verse 2]
Friends chase glitter and gold, while I tend a quieter flame
Worth isn’t tallied by rings, but by lines of kindness I regain
I read the room with a careful grin, irony tucked in my sleeve
That maybe fortune smiles on the patient soul who learns to breathe
[Pre-Chorus]
If I’m ever bound, may it be by choice, not a standard claim
And if I’m free, may I own the quiet joy of my unshaken name
[Chorus]
Love feels like a coin I flip in the mirror’s light
Wealth is a whisper, telling me I might be right
If luck is loud, I’ll listen to the soft delight of being mine
Hope grows in the margins where I redraw the line
[Bridge]
Maybe fate is gentler when you don’t chase it down
Maybe belonging starts inside, then travels round
[Chorus]
Love feels like a coin I flip in the mirror’s light
Wealth is a whisper, telling me I might be right
If luck is loud, I’ll listen to the soft delight of being mine
Hope grows in the margins where I redraw the line
[Outro]
In this quiet balance, I learn to love the slow design of time
