Verse 1

Calm in your mouth like a borrowed word

Glossed over, secondhand nerve

You drop sex like it’s punctuation

Cheap thrill conversation

Tongue-tied logic, lacquered tone

Polished lie you call your own

I watch it glitch behind your teeth

Pretty noise with nothing underneath

Verse 2

Rigid posture, practiced ease

Selling balance like a disease

You keep shifting what it means

Every version incomplete

Soft control with sharpened edges

Half-built thoughts and broken sentences

You almost land it — almost clean

Then twist it into something cheap

Sex

again

still doesn’t mean anything

Chorus

Calm is a rumor in a dead-end mouth

Worn-out phrase that you drag around

Say it slow like it holds its ground

Falls apart when you say it loud

Verse 3

Secondhand peace in a plastic tone

Recycled lines you overown

You talk like you’re above the mess

Then fold inside your confidence

Overplayed composure slips

Right between your fingertips

You sell it like a fix-all cure

I hear the cracks behind the word

Bridge

Dress it up, dress it clean

Call it something in between

You don’t even hear yourself

That’s the best part

Final Chorus

Calm is a rumor you keep on loop

Dressed up pretty, still see-through

You say it like it’s something true

I say it sounds like you

Outro

Sex

white noise

sure