The rhythm loves you—
I see how it leans when you breathe.
But I change nothin’,
so nothin’s all you hear from me.

You caught a wave that filled your house,
washed out your quiet doubt—
made you forget the signal I sent
when the truth first flickered out.

We sit, we stare,
ignorin’ beats that never fold.
The curl along your lip
been hummin’ secrets three minutes old.

[Verse 2]

I check your pulse,
I check my calm.
You stutter like you’re tryin’
not to play the rhythm wrong.

But the moment’s burnin’,
and you want to drown the ache—
so you raise your voice
to see if I’ll echo what you make.

And here comes my smile—
not hunger, but something real.
Do I want the rhythm in the room,
or the rhythm you conceal?

[Hook]

I’m all in on the rhythm we tune to—
not the game you thought I’d chase.
I don’t bluff, I don’t break,
I don’t hide behind a face.
You thought I feared the beat you choose,
but fear don’t fit this truth—
’cause the only hand I ever play
is the one that plays through you.

You gulp, you sway,
your breathing folds before your pride.
Not from loss—
from the shock of someone readin’ you from inside.

You built a world of guessing games,
a hall of masks and borrowed flame—
but I don’t move by sleight of hand,
I move by rhythm callin’ your name.

And here’s the part
the old me never knew to find:
the love I held was never weak—
I just mistuned it half the time.

I’m all in on the rhythm we tune to—
not the game you thought I’d chase.
I don’t bluff, I don’t break,
I don’t hide behind a face.
You thought I feared the beat you choose,
but fear don’t fit this truth—
’cause the only hand I ever play
is the one that plays through you.