Empty Frame

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Intro

Phone tripod steady, ring light humming in the corner Rain tapping 441 like it got a place to be Eleven watching, house holding its breath for me I check the count twice before the words even leave

Verse 1

Lauderhill apartment off the 441 don't echo like it did State Road still moving but the Sunday dinners hid I set the tripod where the old recliner left its mark The one that held the weight of everybody after dark Now the wall got pictures that don't talk back no more Viewer count sitting low like the traffic on the 441 after midnight I lean into the lens, the dead in my stare don't flinch The house remember every name that used to fill the bench Rain on the glass, headlights cutting through the black I been live from the shell since the last one packed

Chorus

Dead eyes on the camera, thumb on the viewer count House too quiet for the numbers moving up and down You can light the chat with hearts but the walls don't feel a thing Empty frame on the live, the emptiness don't sing "The house don't care about the count when the family already gone"

Verse 2

The weight hit different when the count don't move for ten Rent due in three, the papers on the table from the court again I refresh the page like the algorithm owe me something back Palmetto in the rearview from the gig that barely stack I-95 in the morning, Turnpike when I need to clear my head The phone get slick in my palm from the sweat and the dread One message in the chat asking if I'm good tonight I say "yeah" with the smile but the eyes don't get the light The house sit heavy on my chest every time the live run long The silence between the pings feel louder than the song

Chorus

Verse 3

Look at the screen, the face that used to light up this room The one that had the kitchen back on 79th sounding like a tune Now the reflection in the lens look borrowed, second hand The eyes don't match the cadence that I'm forcing with my hands I fix the ring light angle like it's gon' bring the old warmth in But the dead in the stare been here since the last "see you then" The house show me the truth every time I hit record The mirror don't lie even when the voice try to perform

Verse 4

The enemy is the glow, the pull to keep the light alive The whisper that the numbers gon' make the empty feel alright I let the flow get harder, let the words cut where it hurt Tell the camera "Y'all see the shell but you don't see the work" The work of sitting in the quiet when the chat move slow The work of not logging off when the house feel too big to hold I fight the urge to kill the stream, to let the rain win the night To sit with the ghosts in the dark and not perform for the light But the enemy say "one more minute, maybe the count gon' jump" I push back with the truth, the house don't need your pump

Chorus

Dead eyes on the camera, thumb on the viewer count House too quiet for the numbers moving up and down You can light the chat with hearts but the walls don't feel a thing Empty frame on the live, the emptiness don't sing The ghosts don't press the bell, they just sit in the hall and watch

Verse 5

If you staring at your screen in a room that feel too still Remember the house got its own rhythm, it don't move at the algorithm's will The ones who left ain't coming through a heart or a sub The real connection don't need a live to feel like love Kill the ring light sometimes, let the dark have its say Sit with the silence long enough to hear what the house want to say The count can rise and fall but the walls still hold the names Pass it to the next one fighting with their own empty frame

Outro

Screen go black, phone lock, rain still tapping on the glass House don't say a word out loud, but the lesson already passed

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