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Lyrics

Don’t record the voice yet. Record the silence first. That’s the part they always edit out. Yo... just let it play.

I’m lookin’ at the blueprint and it’s startin’ to look like a map
Of every place I went when I was fallin’ for the trap.
I’d go back to the ‘Go, before the name was on the tag,
Before the dream was heavy and the spirit started to sag.
I’d tell that kid: "The light is just a different kind of dark."
"It’ll blind you 'til you can’t even see your own spark."
I’d keep the melodies quiet, like a secret in a drawer,
And never let 'em know what I was keepin’ 'em for.
I’d be a footnote in a book that nobody has to read,
Instead of the harvest when I only meant to plant the seed.
I’d trade the view from the top for the view from the street,
And the sound of the crowd for the sound of my own feet.
Chorus
I’m cooling the spark... to stay in the dark...
I’m mending the heart... by tearing the chart...
If I do it again, I’m doing it small.
I’m learning to walk... so I never have to fall.

I’d call home and I wouldn't say I’m famous now.
I’d just talk about the weather and the "when" and not the "how."
I’d be a son before the world made me a "sign,"
And keep the circle small enough to stay inside the line.
I spent my life tryin’ to turn 'No' into 'Yes,'
When 'No' was the only thing keepin’ out the mess.
The 'Bittersweet' part is the cage was made of gold,
And I was the one who bought it before it was even sold.
I’d be a ghost in a town that hasn't been built yet,
Living in the parts of my life I haven't even felt yet.
I’d take the "Power" and I’d give it back to the air,
And tell the world I’m simply... never there.
I’m a genius, right?
Then the smartest thing I ever could’ve done...
Was to be the only person who knew that I’d won.

You hear that? That’s the sound of the ego leaving the room. Don’t add anything else. It’s finished.
“If I could turn the page... I’d realize it was better left blank.”