Room Temperature

**Verse 1 (clean baritone / distant, controlled)**

I don’t replay you anymore

Your voice lost its edge

Just another sound

In another empty room

I learned the shape of your exits

Before you ever left

So when the door closed

Nothing moved in my chest

*(ghosted ad-libs)*

— *no signal*

— *no return*

**Pre-Chorus (tight, restrained tension)**

I used to flinch when you pulled away

Now I barely notice the decay

If this is what detachment means

Then I’ve never felt more clean

**Chorus (wide, cold impact)**

My heart’s at room temperature

No heat, no fight, no spark

I don’t wish you well

I don’t wish you harm

You were a habit

I broke in the dark

Say my name if you want

It won’t leave a mark

**Verse 2 (syncopated groove, mechanical)**

You mistook my silence for regret

But I just ran out of things to protect

Every line you crossed got filed away

Till erasing you felt mundane

You wanted depth, I gave you space

You wanted truth, I gave you a blank face

If love was leverage, you slipped

And I didn’t reach for it

*(ad-libs)*

— *unchecked*

— *resolved*

**Pre-Chorus 2 (dry, almost spoken)**

I don’t process loss the way you do

I don’t spiral, I just remove

No ceremony, no last words

Just less weight where you were

**Chorus (heavier slam, djent accents)**

My heart’s at room temperature

No burn left to prove

I didn’t shut down

I just muted you

You call this distance cruel

I call it overdue

Say my name if you want

I won’t answer you

**Bridge (ambient pads / delayed guitar)**

You still think I’m hiding pain

Like this calm is something I fake

But numb isn’t empty

It’s just awake

I don’t romanticize collapse

I don’t rewind what didn’t last

I closed the file

And never looked back

*(drop to near silence)*

**Breakdown (measured, venom-quiet screams)**

NO APOLOGY

NO AFTERMATH

NO BLOOD ON THE FLOOR

NO PATH BACK

YOU THOUGHT I’D BREAK

YOU THOUGHT I’D STAY

I JUST WENT STILL

AND WALKED AWAY

**Final Chorus (clean lead + harsh underlayer)**

My heart’s at room temperature

Balanced, unmoved, intact

You wanted a reaction

I don’t do that

If this sounds empty

Get used to the fact

I don’t miss you

I adapted

**Outro (clean, cinematic reverb)**

No closure scene

No final thread

You’re not a ghost

You’re just not here

And that’s enough