It'll Be Fine

want me

honda civic '98

comes with the damage

it's not you, it's me

cascade road

WHO DO U LUV

MORAL

Circles (feat. Purr)

Superficial

Receipts

Middle of The Night

Sometimes the walls inhale around me,
Like the whole house is alive beneath my skin.
I hear the air shift in the corners, gentle at first,
Then rolling through the room like something settling in.
The ceiling rises when I panic,
Then sinks a little lower when I start to come undone.
Feels like the house reacts to every heartbeat,
Moving with me,
Or maybe because of me—
I can’t tell which one.

And the more I try to keep still,
The more it seems to lean in,
Like it’s waiting for the truth
I keep refusing to let begin.

This house breathes with every fear I’ve ever held,
Expands when I’m breaking, contracts when I yell.
It shifts with the memories I try not to feel—
Baby, it moves
Like the hurt is real.
This house breathes with the weight in my chest,
Knows when I’m restless, knows when I’m pressed.
I swear the walls listen when I fall to my knees—
This house feels alive…
And it breathes.

Sometimes I feel it exhale behind me,
A slow, cold draft crawling up my spine.
And every time I think I’m imagining it,
The floor sighs—soft, tired—
Like it’s telling me I’m not fine.
I don’t know if I’m haunting myself
Or if the house has learned my shape,
But when I shake,
The walls tremble
Like we share the same ache.

And I keep pretending I’m steady,
But the house knows better than I do.
It shifts with the weight on my shoulders,
It bends
In the places I split through.

This house breathes with every fear I’ve ever held,
Expands when I’m breaking, contracts when I yelled.
It shifts with the memories I try not to face—
Baby, it moves
Every time I lose grace.
This house breathes with the weight in my chest,
It rises with my silence, sinks when I’m stressed.
I swear the walls listen when I fall to my knees—
This house feels alive…
And it breathes.

Maybe it’s not the house at all,
Maybe it’s me bleeding into the beams.
Maybe the rooms learned my rhythm,
And now they breathe
In the spaces between my screams.
Maybe the walls aren’t haunted—
Maybe they’re empathetic to the core.
Maybe they’re just echoing
Everything I’ve been trying to ignore.

This house breathes with every fear I’ve ever held,
It stretches with the truths I’ve never spelled.
It rises and falls like a chest in pain—
Like it knows every loss,
Every strain.
This house breathes right beside me,
Shifting with the parts I can’t set free.
And even when I’m silent, even when I freeze—
This house stays alive…
And it breathes.

comes with the damage

Chase Shakur

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