Lyrics:
[INTRO — SPOKEN]
The room hums. Your name is a siren in the drywall.
I keep seeing us, learning to breathe through a closed door.

[VERSE 1]
I learned to smile with a siren in my teeth,
learnt to leave first so the floor don’t leave me.
You touched the bruise like it had a switch,
said, “stay,” while your ghosts flinched in the glitch.
I kept a bag by the bed like a prayer,
trained my pulse to look calm when it’s scared.
Loving you felt like reading in smoke—
every page smeared, every promise a choke.

[PRE-CHORUS]
If I hand you the map of my crooked roads,
can you walk them slow while the thunder unloads?

[CHORUS]
We were mirror shards, cutting for a touch.
I can hold these edges without making them rush.
Intertwined trauma, two wires in the rain—
I’ll ground the current so it won’t arc into pain.
If we untie the knots without tearing the thread,
maybe we’ll build a home where our monsters go to bed.

[VERSE 2]
I wore a calm like a stolen coat,
hid the tremor in a careful note.
I kept score of exits more than days,
measured distance by defensive plays.
I said “I’m fine” while I scanned for fire,
loved you through a fence made of wire.
When you reached in, my alarms pulled guns—
I called it safety; it made us run.

[PRE-CHORUS]
If you pass me the weight you carried alone,
I’ll take the heaviest part and leave the sharpest stone.

[CHORUS]
We were mirror shards, begging to be held.
I won’t bleed for proof when speaking does it well.
Intertwined trauma, two wires in the rain—
Let’s ground the current, name the spark, not the blame.
If we unlearn the sprint and return to the tread,
maybe we’ll build a room where our nervous systems rest.

[BRIDGE]
When I freeze, don’t drag—warm the air and wait.
I’ll count with you—four in, four out, regulate.
When I fawn, don’t praise my disappearing act.
I’ll mirror you back till your outline’s intact.
When I fight, don’t fight my frightened tongue.
I’ll lower my voice till the danger feels undone.

[VERSE 3]
I can name the storm without worshipping it.
I can lock the door without locking us in.
I can say “I’m scared” and still hold your eye.
I can say “I’m here” and not make you comply.
I’ll keep my softness even when you shake.
I’ll keep my structure when the old ghosts wake.

[CHORUS — FINAL]
We were mirror shards; now we’re learning how to frame.
Wood, linen, breath—nothing staged for blame.
Intertwined trauma, but the thread doesn’t end—
It braids, it binds, it loosens, it mends.
If we stitch with care and let silence do its part,
maybe we’ll wear this love without cutting up our hearts.

[OUTRO — WHISPER]
If I reach slow—
I’ll meet you slow.
If I stay—
I’ll stay.
And we’ll learn the difference between holding and holding on.

JR8CH - Your Name is a Siren

Welcome to the sonic universe of JR8CH, where genres blend and boundaries dissolve. As a versatile music producer, JR8CH crafts immersive soundscapes that range from the high-energy beats of Drum & Bass to the powerful drops of Dubstep, and the intricate compositions of Classical Music and Soundtracks. Each piece is a testament to their passion for music and a reflection of their artistic journey.

Whether you're here to vibe to some intense Drum & Bass, get lost in the depths of Dubstep, or experience the emotional nuances of Classical and Soundtrack music, JR8CH's diverse portfolio has something for every listener. This profile is dedicated to sharing this art, and JR8CH hopes you enjoy every track as much as they enjoyed creating it.

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