Seam light on my knuckles, I can see it when I move

Parking deck air, tastes like pennies and old glue

I came back quiet, like a door that doesn’t slam

Not proud— just standing, yeah, I’m here, I’m… here I am

Coffee on my sleeve, cold ring on the concrete

I step over it like it’s a sign tryna speak

My phone got one bar, my heart got two

That don’t add up— wait, it do, it do

I don’t need a crowd, I need a corner that’s mine

I don’t need a throne, I need a line I can hold

Breath in my teeth, jaw tight, hands numb

I say “I’m good” and my shoulder says “don’t”

Caption line: I don’t need a crown, I need a cut-through.

Dead stop—

…then I’m back in it, like the floor never moved

Seam light, seam light, I live in the seam light

Not bright, not gone, just sharp enough to see right

Seam light, I keep it thin, I keep it mean

I’m not a hero— I’m a habit in the beam

I remember the stairwell, bleach smell, wet metal rail

My hoodie stuck to me, like it knew I’d fail

I laughed too quick— no, I didn’t, that’s a lie

It was more like a cough that tried to fly

Keys in my pocket, one bent like a question

I keep rubbing it, like it’s gonna give direction

My mirror’s a window, no— a black phone screen

I tilt it, nothing… good. That’s clean

Seam light, seam light, I live in the seam light

I cut my name small so it fits in the night

Same phrase, new teeth, I bite it different each time

Seam light— I don’t shine, I align

Breakdown loop (8–12s feel):

Seam— (pause) light

Breath— (pause) tight

Step— (pause) right

Don’t— (pause) fall tonight

Final hook variation:

Seam light, I don’t beg, I don’t bloom, I don’t break

I keep my pulse in a fist, I keep my face like a blade— no,

not a blade… like a locked door, straight

Seam light, I survive in the space that you hate

Outro (loopable):

Cold air, slow blink, shoe squeak, concrete

Seam light, seam light— repeat, repeat

Cut it clean.