Lucky UU

The Midnight Wanderer

Two voices, one story — Lost Without You captures the pain of separation and the pull that won’t let go. A dark trap R&B duet with gospel undertones, it’s raw, haunting, and cinematic. Male and female voices trade lines, echo each other, and collide in harmonies that rise like a choir — a song about being lost, yet still searching for the light in each other.

Lost Without You

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Chicago Patchwork

On And On

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Beauty in the ruins

Clouded Over

just a couple minutes

This room was supposed to hold me together,
But the walls feel thin like they’re barely hanging on.
Every whisper I think stays quiet
Ends up folding through the corners before long.
The ceiling sinks a little when I’m hurting,
Like it can feel the weight I’m waking up with.
Even my breath sounds loud in the silence,
Like the whole room’s listening for the shift.

And every night the walls tremble
Like they know I’m not alright.
Paper can’t hold everything—
Some things tear just from the light.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

I sit on the bed and hear it rustle,
Like the mattress is made of thin, fragile fears.
It crinkles with every move I make,
Like it’s recording every hidden tear.
I’ve patched the weak spots a hundred times,
But the corners still split when I breathe too deep.
Feels like the room is aging with me,
Carrying things I never meant to keep.

And these walls bend inward slowly,
Like they’re trying to hold me close.
But paper can’t protect a heart
From the damage it knows the most.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

Maybe it’s not the walls that weaken,
Maybe it’s the weight I never let go.
Maybe rooms aren’t meant to carry
The things I’m scared to show.
But still I sleep beneath a ceiling
Ready to cave at any sign—
A fragile room for a fragile heart,
Both hoping they’ll hold this time.

This paper bedroom
Can’t handle the storms in my chest.
Every time I break a little,
I swear it folds under the stress.
The wallpaper curls at the edges,
Like it’s tired of what I keep inside.
This paper bedroom knows my secrets—
And it knows how hard I try.

And in the quiet before morning,
When the whole house feels still and numb—
I wonder if this paper bedroom
Will last,
Or finally
Come undone.

Paper Bedroom

I wrote this track for a Facebook friend, who's a pretty good singer, he's looking for new material, this might be a little too serious though.

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