Gravity

Keep your distance…

Don't pull me in…

I was never

part of this.

I feel it moving underneath.

Another orbit closing in on me.

[Down-tuned syncopated riff, metallic synth pulse, gated drums]

You raise your voice across the room,

like I'm the target you were owed.

Every word becomes a weight,

every silence overloads.

I was standing on the outside,

I had nothing left to prove.

But you bend the space between us

till there's nowhere left to move.

Pressure building in the walls,

every sentence pulls me toward.

I keep trying not to answer—

But you drag me into orbit.

It's your gravity,

pulling me into the fight.

I was nowhere near the fire,

now you're bending all the light.

I don't want another battle.

I don't want another war.

But the harder I resist you,

the closer that you pull.

Your gravity.

Pull me in—

pull me in—

gravity.

[Glitched repetition: "I don't want this… want this… want this…"]

You keep throwing accusations

just to see which one will land.

Turning every explanation

into something I had planned.

Every exit becomes smaller,

every answer feeds the flame.

If I speak, you call it conflict.

If I don't, you do the same.

I can feel the distance folding.

I can feel the room distort.

I keep trying not to enter—

But you make me part of yours.

It's your gravity,

pulling me into the fight.

I was nowhere near the fire,

now you're bending all the light.

I don't want another battle.

I don't want another war.

But the harder I resist you,

the closer that you pull.

Your gravity.

[Whisper]

Not my fight.

[Low processed response]

Not my side.

Your anger

isn't mine.

Let me go.

Cut the line.

I won't orbit

what you ignite.

You want reaction.

You want a reason.

You want somebody

inside the collision.

You keep pulling,

keep pulling—

until I finally move.

[Shouted]

THAT DOESN'T MAKE THIS MINE.

I never asked to be your enemy.

I never stepped into your war.

You built a world around the conflict—

then blamed me

when I hit the floor.

It's your gravity,

pulling me into the fight.

I was nowhere near the fire,

now you're bending all the light.

I don't want another battle.

I don't want another war.

But the harder I resist you,

the closer that you pull.

Your gravity.

Every word becomes an orbit.

Every shout becomes a chain.

You can call it conversation—

but it always ends the same.

I won't carry your collision.

I won't fall because you fall.

You can pull with all your gravity—

I don't belong to it at all.

Not my fight.

Not my war.

Pull me in—

I pull away.

Not my weight.

Not anymore.

Your gravity.

Your gravity.

Keep your distance…

Don't pull me in.

[Electrical cut]