Tensile Release

[Verse 1]
The Wicker Viaduct rusts in the November rain.
November, twenty-oh-three, I can feel the grain
of the cold handrail, a low frequency hum.
A future held under my numb thumb.

[Chorus]
(This isn't a breakdown)
This isn't a breakdown, it's just tensile release.
(This is a blueprint)
A structural choice for a moment of peace.

[Verse 2]
The smell of the Don, wet aggregate and steel.
You said, "It's just concrete, it doesn't really feel."
But the patina shows where the stress has been laid.
Every hairline fissure a promise I made.

[Chorus]
(This isn't a breakdown)
This isn't a breakdown, it's just tensile release.
(This is a blueprint)
A structural choice for a moment of peace.

[Bridge]
And I haven't left yet, not for another year.
But the drawing is finished. The negative space is clear.

[Outro]
Tensile release.
Release.