Quiet as the Ice in My Glass
Low-key electro track with a soft, pulsing beat, subtle synth textures, slow tempo (around 85 BPM), and a sneaky, late-night vibe. Cracked, tired female vocals with a hint of humor.
Quiet as the Ice in My Glass
Low-key electro track with a soft, pulsing beat, subtle synth textures, slow tempo (around 85 BPM), and a sneaky, late-night vibe. Cracked, tired female vocals with a hint of humor.
Lyrics
*(Verse 1)*
Key in the lock like a secret spell,
Holding my breath so no one can tell.
Heels in my hand, coat on the floor,
Praying the stairs don’t creak like before.
*(Verse 2)*
Light off, boots off, sneaking past the cat,
Dodging that one board that goes *crack*.
Lipstick smudged and mascara ghosts,
Smellin’ like gin and bad bar toasts.
*(Chorus)*
I’m quiet as the ice in my glass,
A ghost with a purse and too much sass.
No lights, no noise, just guilt and grace—
Making it home like I ran a race.
*(Verse 3)*
Fridge light flares like a cop car flash,
Grab cold pizza, close it with a crash.
Mutter a curse, freeze in place—
Swear the walls just made a face.
*(Chorus)*
I’m quiet as the ice in my glass,
A ninja in nylons tryin’ to pass.
No lights, no noise, just guilt and grace—
Making it home like I ran a race.
*(Outro)*
Sleep calls sweet with a crooked grin,
Slipping under sheets I barely fit in.
Tomorrow I’ll say I was home by ten—
But the floor remembers where I’ve been.
End