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This Smoky Kind of Peace
(Verse 1)
Used my own two hands to fight the hundred-acre panic
Learned the burning logic of the fever-dream you sent
Dug for twenty sleepless nights, a trench both deep and frantic
Against the forward march of every twisted word you meant
I tore my nails on stubborn roots, I choked on rising air
I built a barren buffer from my last remaining nerve
A dead-ground promise to myself that you would not cross there
Drew a hard-won perimeter I’m fighting to preserve
(Pre-Chorus)
So I walk the edge at daybreak, and I check it in the night
Looking for a careless ember, searching for a wrongful light
Every shift in pressure makes my tired muscles clench
I built this truce myself right here, inside a dirt-worn trench
(Chorus)
And I call this living, I call this being free
This smoky kind of peace you left for me
I drew a line around the damage, a border in the dust
Built on bitter muscle and a fundamental trust
That my defense is stronger than your need to see it fall
So I’m standing guard behind this sad and lonely wall
(Verse 2)
My friends all bring me water, say the danger ought to pass
They don’t see the glowing pockets hidden underneath
They tell me that the ground is cool below the brand-new grass
While I’m still tasting cinders on the air I try to breathe
I don’t trust a quiet morning, I don’t trust a steady breeze
Every rustle sounds like reignition in the sound
So I manage my survival sleeping with one eye on the trees
And hold the ceasefire on this blackened piece of ground
(Chorus)
And I call this living, I call this being free
This smoky kind of peace you left for me
I drew a line around the damage, a border in the dust
Built on bitter muscle and a fundamental trust
That my defense is stronger than your need to see it fall
So I’m standing guard behind this sad and lonely wall
(Bridge)
Last night I felt the wind pick up, a careless little threat
And found myself back on my knees, tracing maps on sweaty sheets
The cost of this containment is a debt I haven’t paid yet
And all that work just to be standing on the ash of what was me
It's just ash of what was me… holding on…
(Outro)
Holding the line…
The air is thick, but I can breathe it.
Praying the wind don’t change.
Holding the line…
Yeah, I drew a line around the damage.
Just… holding.
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