Length: 0:04:35
ISRC: QT3EY2675580

we sit with less than what we planned
still passing nothing hand to hand
so what replaces the measured state
when there’s nothing left to calibrate?
do we return to an older speed
or does the system forget the need?
when the ritual has no supply—
does it dissolve, or just retry?
i built a version that could sustain
a steady output, a managed range
you learned the cues without being told
what to reinforce, what to withhold
we ran on something we never named
but both adjusted to maintain
we tuned ourselves to a shared demand
a feedback loop we didn’t plan

so what happens when we run out?
when input’s gone but we keep the route
does the process halt or self-revise?
does it flatten out or amplify?
if nothing feeds what we maintain
why does it still behave the same?
when zero’s reached without a sound—
what keeps the system running now?

i start to notice the lag increase
responses thinning in subtle degrees
i reach for something that used to land
but now it slips right through my hands
i’m not sure if that’s relief or loss
if this is clarity or this is cost
we stabilize at a lower rate
no sharp collapse, just a different state
i test the edge of what remains
it holds, but doesn’t feel the same

so what happens when we run out?
when input’s gone but we keep the route
does the process halt or self-revise?
does it flatten out or amplify?
if nothing feeds what we maintain
why does it still behave the same?
when zero’s reached without a sound—
what keeps the system running now?

input reduces without alert
drift occurs, not enough to hurt
user adapts to lowered yield
flags suppressed, response concealed
no final call, no closing state
just thinning cycles that iterate
no fallback written into design
operation continues undefined
we keep a margin tucked under the grain
not labeled reserve, but it serves the same
input gets split with no total defined
we track it by feel, not number or sign
your breath goes shallow, not from use
but from the thought of cutting loose
the last divide takes longer to make
precision spikes when there’s more at stake

so what happens when we run out?
when input’s gone but we keep the route
does the process halt or self-revise?
does it flatten out or amplify?
if nothing feeds what we maintain
why does it still behave the same?
when zero’s reached without a sound—
what keeps the system running now?

Length: 0:07:48
ISRC: QT3EY2675581

i used to sit through everything
right down to the end
names i couldn’t pronounce
still felt like people, not content
i’d let it hang a minute
after everything went black
like leaving on a light
for something not coming back
i never thought about it
it just worked like that
like picking up a signal
and not knowing where it’s at
i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around

now it all just passes
same story, different names
i watch something heavy
and nothing in me changed
i don’t stop it anymore
i don’t run it back
i don’t sit in silence
when the screen goes black
i just close it out
move along the line
like i’m clearing out a space
that was never really mine
i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around

now it all just passes
same story, different names
i watch something heavy
and nothing in me changed
i don’t stop it anymore
i don’t run it back
i don’t sit in silence
when the screen goes black
i just close it out
move along the line
like i’m clearing out a space
that was never really mine
i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around

i tried to catch it fading
like watching light shift
but it’s gone before you notice
you don’t feel what you missed
i still know what i’m seeing
i can say it’s bad
i can mirror all the language
i know i should have had

i think i filled the space up

i tried to catch it fading
like watching light shift
but it’s gone before you notice
you don’t feel what you missed
i still know what i’m seeing
i can say it’s bad
i can mirror all the language
i know i should have had
i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around

the noise i keep around

i tried to catch it fading
like watching light shift
but it’s gone before you notice
you don’t feel what you missed
i still know what i’m seeing
i can say it’s bad
i can mirror all the language
i know i should have had

i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around
i used to hold onto it
let it change my day
now it barely touches
then it’s already away
i think i filled the space up
or maybe shut it down
traded distant voices
for the noise i keep around

sometimes i think about it
if it means something’s wrong
but even that thought leaves me
before it stays too long

Length: 0:04:28
ISRC: QT3EY2675582

if i said i was fine would you leave it as truth
keep it neat, keep it brief, keep it easy to use
or would you hear the distortion underneath
when the soft turns to sharp and the calm starts to bleed
i try to stay still but i'm spilling at the seams
every dream turns to steam, every scream stays unseen
there's a weight in the way that you look through me
like i'm there for a second then erased in between

i say it doesn't matter—then it matters, it must
in the marrow, the chatter, in the pattern it cuts
i'm a fraction you fashioned, never matching the us
misaligned in the middle, never adding up much
does this kiss even carry any gravity, weight
or a casual contact that just vanishes, fades
i get close and it buckles, every action decays
into fractured reactions i can’t actually place

heat on my face—feel it bake, feel it bend
every nerve overstayed, every layer condemned
i can feel myself fade but it never quite ends
just a slow, steady scrape at the edge of my skin
as it burns, i request some release or a pause
but it stacks and it spreads and it stretches across
every mark multiplying with mechanical cause
in a body that can't seem to remember the double-cross

i got this problem, it's a knot in the thread
every thought misaligned, every word misread
they lay me down, say “just rest your head”
but the weight in my chest keeps my head full of dread
there's a split in my grin—something slipped in the mix
like my lips counterfeit every line that i give
and the dose that i take doesn't hold, doesn't fix
just a deadening presence that intensifies it

i say it doesn't matter but the pattern always does
in the drag of your voice, in the edge of your touch
i perform what you wanted but it's never quite enough
i get caught in the version that you fashioned as “us”
does this kiss mean more than a momentary press
more than numb repetition we don't ever address
if it does, why's it cutting a permanent edge
more than numb, more than something we trade then forget?

heat on my face, feel it bake into bone
every layer erased but it never is gone
i can feel what remains but it’s faint and withdrawn
like a name half remembered but it's never quite wrong
as the skin starts to slip, i admit i'm afraid
every layer i shed is just a debt i can't pay
all i have are these marks i can't explain
bruised proofs in a body that won't stay the same

i say it doesn't matter but then again it does
i wish i could be who you thought i was
doesn't this kiss mean anything
or is this just a meaningless thing?

Length: 0:05:43
ISRC: QT3EY2675583

I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day
I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day

I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day
I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day

I think of the good times we had
Don't know how things turned up so bad
Now that she's gone I don't know where to start
I'm a broken man with a broken heart

I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day
I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day

I never thought she'd say the things she said
Instead of her next to me I'm alone seeing red
My heart is twisted up in knots and I am so confused
I'm now afraid to get close 'cause again I might lose
Moving in circles through the rooms that feel wrong
Every second just stretches on unbearably long
And the air feels too thick when I try to inhale
Like my chest learned a language my lungs couldn't tell

I don't know how to trust what I'm starting to feel
'Cause the damage she left on me still feels unreal
And I question my judgment, my read on the signs
Like I'm losing the grip on what's hers, what's mine
Now I'm stuck in the aftermath sorting it out
With a head full of noise and a mouth full of doubt
And I wish I could turn off the need to believe
That there's something still left that she didn't just leave

I got hurt, I tried to drink away the pain
But it just comes back even more the next day
Was it me? Was it fate? Was it something I missed?
The meaning behind every look, every kiss?
Or was I just a placeholder filling a space
'Til she found something better to take my place?
I've been trying to map out the shift in her eyes
When the warmth disappeared and was swapped out for ice
When the life that we had started sounding rehearsed
And the comfort we built slowly started to burst
Now the nights hit the hardest, they don't let me rest
Every thought turns a knife that I keep in my chest
I keep reaching for proof that it wasn't pretend
But the trail always stops where the memory ends

they say time will heal
and i believe it does
but there will always be
a part of me that loves
she was the only one to calm me down
when i was mad
they say love hurts
i didn't know it hurt so bad

i got hurt i try to drink away the pain
but it just comes back even more the next day
i got hurt i try to drink away the pain
but it just comes back even more the next day

Length: 0:06:38
ISRC: QT3EY2675584

kept the margin razor-thin
cutting anything that bleeds
now the page won’t hold a mark
just a pressure where it used to be
I dilute it just enough
so it passes as a phase
but the aftertaste remains
in the back of every day
thin thread, misread, tension in the syntax
I correct, then reflect, now it’s slightly abstract
trace back, playback, every little misstep
same track, loops stack, never really reset
bit-crushed thought rush, everything’s compressed thin
push-pull, full null, never where it rests in
fine grain, mind strain, sifting through a false calm
right lane might change, now I’m drifting off-form

it’s a balance I can’t hold
but I can’t afford to drop
so I freeze it mid-collapse
right before it wants to stop
kept it just outside of view
so it couldn’t interfere
now it lingers in the blur
like a frequency I hear
subtle shifts ripple in the way I replay it
double-bind mindset, every time I delay it
tight coil unspoils every time I unwind it
right soil, but spoiled by the way I defined it
half-tone backbone never really stays set
flatline baseline, but it’s never the same yet
fine grain, mind strain, sifting through a false calm
right lane might change, now I’m drifting off-form

every answer I refine
adds a question in disguise
like I’m sanding down the truth
til it slips between the lines
I align it to a grid
that keeps shifting when I blink
every point I try to pin
re-positions when I think
thin thread, misread, tension in the syntax
I correct, then reflect, now it’s slightly abstract
trace back, playback, every little misstep
same track, loops stack, never really reset
bit-crushed thought rush, everything’s compressed thin
push-pull, full null, never where it rests in
fine grain, mind strain, sifting through a false calm
right lane might change, now I’m drifting off-form

held it steady in my hands
til the pressure made it split
now I only feel the shape
of the space it used to fit
I reduce it to a puzzle
that I swear I almost solved
but the closer that it gets
the less anything resolves
subtle shifts ripple in the way I replay it
double-bind mindset, every time I delay it
tight coil unspoils when I unwind it
right soil, but spoiled by the way I defined it
half-tone backbone never really stays set
flatline baseline, but it’s never the same yet
fine grain, mind strain, sifting through a false calm
right lane might change, now I’m drifting off-form

I’ve been pacing through a thought
that refuses to conclude
every version I discard
leaves a residue

I’ve been pacing through a thought
that refuses to conclude
every version I discard
leaves a residue

Length: 0:04:06
ISRC: QT3EY2675585

Nothing changes in this box
Life's a series of Xerox

copy paste and
press replay
Phantom moments
slip away
Laughter fades as
visions dry
Faces merge
they look alike

Round and round, oh, how we spin
Living copies once again

Nothing shifts
inside this cage
Life repeats
page by page
Round and round we
turn once more
Copies living
as before

you need to lighten up
you take things too seriously
take on a different job
something simple in a factory
its a full moon out
and I'm wide awake
in the dark
i sit and wait
Paint by numbers life
Faces blur they look alike

Nothing changes in this box
Life's a series of Xerox

copy paste and
press replay
Empty patterns
fill the day
Laughter hollow
visions dry
Faces blur
they look alike

They look alike, they look alike, they look alike, they look alike
They look alike, they look alike, they look alike, they look alike
They look alike

Length: 0:04:10
ISRC: QT3EY2675586

Here it is, the surprise
I've got butterflies
Forget that other guy
And the utter lies

So let me summarize
I've still got butterflies
Meet in the summer skies
July 4th bottles fly

No need to subtilize
show off our upper thighs
That way trouble lies
I've got butterflies

Watch as the summer dies
No need to justify
Take grey and, colorize
I still got butterflies

I've got butterflies
excited otherwise
See your colored eyes
start to fantasize

I've got... I've got...
I've got butterflies

Start to fantasize
I've got... I've got...
I've got butterflies

Length: 0:07:48`	
ISRC: QT3EY2675587

broken glass inside a frame
holds a face without a name
zero
empty cars that never stay
fade into the light of day
zero
zero
golden streets with silver rain
wash away but none remain
zero
broken clocks that never chime
lose the measure, lose the time
zero

zero
zero

paper wings that will not rise
fall against the open skies
zero
letters torn and never sent
folded up, the meaning spent
zero
zero
plastic lights along the shore
flicker once then shine no more
zero
running down a street that bends
circles back to where it ends
zero