Smaller Than This

Every hallway in this building was built for someone taller. Every conversation happens two rooms over, never quite in reach. Teachers call three other names before they call this one. Some kids are the volume. This one's the static underneath.

Walks home the long way so nobody has to talk. Counts cracks in the sidewalk instead of counting friends. Everyone else already knows which way they're going. This one's still standing at the start of every map.

Not yet, not yet Something's waiting, not yet Not yet, not yet Quiet doesn't mean there's nothing there

There's a light under a door somewhere in this house that's been burning long before anyone noticed the switch. Small rooms hold bigger things than people give them credit for. Every fire starts exactly this size.

Not yet, not yet Something's waiting, not yet Not yet, not yet Quiet doesn't mean there's nothing there

(High:) What's still waiting under all that quiet (Low:) Something. Not sure what yet.

Not yet, not yet Something's waiting, not yet Not yet, not yet Quiet doesn't mean there's nothing there Not yet.