Survival Mode

[ Lyrics ]

Cut the line. Trust no face. 
Cut the line. Trust no face. 

Deleted your cousin’s number, blocked her cousin’s friend,
filtered the group chats like I was cleaning a lens.
No more late-night ‘Hey, you up?’
No more voices I pretend to trust.
Name tags in my phone now — just initials and jobs,
my mom’s contact in parentheses: .
I change the locks, the SIM, the Wi-Fi name,
unfollow every memory with a flame.

Used to leave windows open, now I check the latches,
dress in silence, move through spaces like they’re traps.
Every laugh with history — I let it pass,
this kind of peace? It don’t come cheap. It comes fast.

Survival mode — yeah, that’s the new default,
no more proof I’m worthy, no more playing roles.
Survival mode — cold but in control,
every word I whisper turns to code.

Moved to a studio with no balcony view,
one bed, one mic, one sky I can’t lose.
Stopped posting outfits, stopped saying where I ate,
let the internet think I just… faded.
My bestie from childhood? She texts once a week —
‘You still breathing?’ I write back: ‘Yeah. Low, but deep.’
No meetups, no stories, no ‘What about him?’
just the hum of the fridge and my next chorus begin.

Used to want witnesses, now I need no proof,
love don’t live in comments, truth don’t fit on a roof.
So I lock the door, kiss the past goodbye,
and let the silence teach me how to fly.

Survival mode — yeah, that’s the new default,
no more proof I’m worthy, no more playing roles.
Survival mode — cold but in control,
every word I whisper turns to code.

No more open doors.
No more borrowed hearts.
No more lending pieces of my soul to the dark.
No more second guesses.
No more third-degree.
My peace is a fortress. My love? It’s on lease.

I said… no more open doors.

Survival mode — yeah, that’s the new default,
no more proof I’m worthy, no more playing roles.
Survival mode — cold but in control,
every word I whisper turns to code.
Survival mode — cut the line, reclaim the space —
I don’t need you to know me. I just need to know *me*.

…Yeah.