[Verse 1]

Skies draped in velvet ink

Radio's hushed, just me and the blink

Of hazard lights and restless cars

Head leaning back, taking the thoughts

A hum of a word I'm no chasing

Parked in a lane I stopped chasing

Engines quiet, like my phone

Every answer's best left unknown

What if I stayed instead of ran?

What I laughed like I never began?

What if the silence had more to say?

Than all my noise these passing days

Rain decorates the windshield in code

Each drop, a linе I never wrote

I'm drifting through my own rеcall

With no destination after all

[Verse 2]

I don't know where I should be

But here, right now, is holding me

My mind meanders through fogged glass

Don't wake me, I want this to last

Idle thoughts in a stalled out night

No purpose, no plans, no fight

Just breathing in the maybes and might

Let me sit here and not be right

Idle thoughts, my favorite wrong turn

No place to go, just lessons to burn

Like overseas on the dashes of peace

Not a crash

Once, I craved a sign, a voice

Now I find [?] choice

I count the glow in parking lots

And build a life in phantom plots

[Verse 3]

Performed, float like mist

Unfinished poems on the edge of a fist

If "close" is a myth, we chase in vein

I'll stay open in rain, yeah, yeah, yeah

I rewind, 'cause they never said

Rerun moments inside my head

Would they love me if I was new?

Was this their version?

It was worth two

No gas, no shame, just pulse

Nighttime feels the most adult

When nothing presses, nothing pulls

Just a jolt with gentle haults

Maybe motion isn't healing

Maybe this pause is a kind of healing}

Maybe the stars have always known

That thinking can still get you home

Idle thoughts in an open sky

No reason needed, just ask why

I'm falling through like a vapor breath

Not 'fraid, or death

Idle thoughts in a low-tide hum

[Verse 4]

(Idle thoughts in a low-light hum)

(I'm not fixed, but I've become)

(Something soft or something whole)

(Coasting gently in control)

(If anyone asks, where I've been)

(Tell them I've parked beneath the dim)

(Found the rhythm, in doing less)

(In not knowing, I confess)

(This me with the world turned low)

(Learning that saying, still can grow)

(Idle maybe, broken, no)

(This calm is more than you'll ever know)

So when I start again, it won't be to escape

Or pretend

It'll be because I've heard enough from hush

Will wait for softer stuff

Idle thoughts made real

Told me how to break and feel

When the ride resumes, I'll steer

But for now, I'm happy here