Lyric

Soft lock

Low talk

Warm glass

Slow walk

Cold hand

No plan

Your mouth

My bad

You sit too close

And the room gets slow

I should feel afraid

But I don’t feel no

Your voice goes flat

Like a light left on

Nothing feels right

But nothing feels wrong

This is not peace

This is not sleep

This is not safe

It is just deep

Deep like blue

Deep like numb

Deep like staying

Where I should run

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

You make the panic

Fold in my palm

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I stop shaking

But I’m not gone

Soft, soft damage

Warm, warm chain

Low, low comfort

Same, same pain

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I call it quiet

You call it love

No fire

No fight

Just your shoulder

In low light

No promise

No proof

Just the old pull

Under new truth

You touch my wrist

And the noise goes thin

I almost miss

Who I was back then

Not healed

Just held

Not free

Just still

Not fine

Just less

Not love

Just rest

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

You make the panic

Fold in my palm

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I stop shaking

But I’m not gone

Soft, soft damage

Warm, warm chain

Low, low comfort

Same, same pain

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I call it quiet

You call it love

Calm is a color

Calm is a cover

Calm is a room

Where I don’t recover

Calm is your collar

Calm is my stutter

Calm is the sugar

Under the shutter

Don’t make it tender

Don’t make it true

I only get quiet

When I’m close to you

Don’t call it shelter

Don’t call it cure

I only feel steady

When I disappear

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

You make the panic

Fold in my palm

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I stop shaking

But I’m not gone

Soft, soft damage

Warm, warm chain

Low, low comfort

Same, same pain

Wrong kind of calm

Wrong kind of calm

I call it quiet

You call it love

Soft lock

Low talk

Warm glass

Slow walk

Not safe

Just still

Not peace

Just you