Soft Armor

"Verse 1: City glass hums, neon tracing the lines of my skin

Midnight catalogs of every almost and might-have-been

I learned to build quiet walls,

a silhouette of control

But your footsteps on the stair rearrange the map of my soul

You bring a smile that doesn't try to fix the parts I hide

Just a steady light that says it's okay to be alive

I keep the shutters half-closed, I keep the locks in place