Georgia

It’s two in the morning, the sirens blare slow,
The avenue shivers in blue and red glow.
Your name comes in crackles like some AM band—
A prayer half-erased by a tremoring hand.

They said you grew feathers, or maybe just fled—
The house in Montclair with the books by the bed.
I still have your postcards, the margins all burned,
That poem you scratched where the page wouldn't turn.

Oh, the silver thread you pulled through the storm,
Tied to my finger to keep myself warm.
And Mary — yes, she’s here — she still waits by the door,
She's always right there and ready for more.

Do you still wear that coat — the one stitched with stars?
The collar all frayed from the backseat of cars.
It smelled like wet cedar and missed subway stops,
You’d vanish for months with your key to the shop.

I dreamt you last night in your Lutheran coat,
You said, “Don’t forgive me, just finish the note.”
And I did, though it bled through the back of the page—
The ink like a memory you couldn’t quite cage.

Oh, the silver thread you wove through your flight,
Lit up like tinsel and burned into night.
And Mary — she still sings in the kitchen at dawn,
But her voice, it has shadows where yours would belong.

Well, what can I tell you, my ghost from the floor?
You left in a hurry, but you haunt even more.
I saw your reflection in windows half-shut,
And the mail you addressed me still smells of burnt 

Oh, the silver thread, it frays where it ends,
But I still wear the knot where your silence extends.
And Mary — she forgives you, and where you have been,
And I… I remember you more than you mean.

Wicker Street

In Between

Lyrics By: Graciana and Paulo Sergio Carvalho

Woke up early, hit the ground,
No more running, no more doubt.
Looking in the mirror, all I see,
Is a man still chasing who I used to be.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

Years have passed, but I still know,
The way you laughed, the way you'd glow.
I was blind, I let you slip,
Now I’m climbing back, brick by brick.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

I know I can’t erase the past,
But I swear this time I’ll make it last.
No empty words, no wasted time,
Just one more chance to make you mine.

So here I stand, my heart laid bare,
If you call my name, I’ll be there.
No more regrets, no make-believe,
Just the man you always saw in me.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

The Man I Am

Comfort Ain't The Cure

Three AM, I’m talking to the ceiling
You left your perfume all over my feelings

Oh, I know, I know (I know)
This ain’t the way to cope
But I pour, I pour (I pour)
Till I can’t taste the smoke

We all have our prices
These tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every habit that I chase down
Tastes like your goodbye now
I’m addicted to the fallout

Red wine confessions
Cheap motel rooms
Bad decisions dressed up
Looking just like you
Looking just like you
(Mmm, just like you)

Tell me when does it end
This cycle of pretend
That I’m getting better
When I’m just getting by
Oh, I can’t lie.

Left to our own devices
And tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every shadow that I chase down
Burning like July now
I’m the sinner, you’re the vow
That I break, I break, I break
Can’t quit you if I try
Can’t quit you if I

Three AM, I’m done talking to the ceiling
Guess I’ll keep your perfume and spare my feelings
(Spare my feelings)

Vices

Th1NN3R / inner is shurpi’s boldest release yet. A 23-track double album arriving January 2, 2026, it opens the year with two opposing worlds in one project. inner reimagines his 2025 album Inner Peace with cinematic depth, emotional harmonies, orchestral layers, and two new bonus tracks. Th1NN3R flips the script, remixing the same material into explosive, genre-bending versions across R&B, trap, Latin, gospel, and K-pop-inspired sounds. Intimate and chaotic, calm and extreme, this is shurpi at full range.

breath (inner edition)

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