Maybe another day...
The world is doing too much—
Sirens and cousins and everybody needing a piece of your plate.
It’s noisy out there for real.
Static on the line while I’m over here
In the lavender and the quiet,
Smelling like Prada and purpose.
See, my biology is acting out of pocket.
That oxytocin is a sticky kind of glue,
Making me remember how the rain felt
When the world stopped at the front door and we was just... locked in.
A whole frequency where the chaos finally died down.
I’m thinking about your vasopressin.
That protector instinct, that "stay put" chemical
Trying to find its way through the noise
To the only spot where nobody is asking for nothing.
‘Cause honestly, the world is cold and the streets are loud,
But the warmest place for you to be is inside of me.
A sanctuary without the sermon,
Just the softest place to land
When your feet get tired of running the street.
But I’m guarding this peace like it’s gold,
And I don’t negotiate with the silence.
I’mma just let that memory sit for now.
Let the heat stay where it’s at.
I’m gonna just be in my peace.
Maybe another day...
