Quiet Feet

[Verse 1]
We were almost something when the floorboards learned our names,
Then your smile went still, and the hallway changed.
I heard the trouble breathing underneath the door,
So I slipped out quiet, barefoot on the floor.

[Chorus]
Every open door has a wire pulled tight,
Step soft, step right, keep your eyes in the night.
I could walk in and see what it’s about—
But I know what’s waiting. I’m finding my way out.

[Verse 2]
Made it past the porch, found another room,
Fresh paint on the walls, same old kind of doom.
Now every little welcome has a shadow at its feet,
And every “come on in” sounds like a trick to me.

[Bridge]
Maybe there’s no path that won’t ask me to choose:
Risk the trap to know—or leave with less to lose.
I don’t need to test what I already know is bad;
I’ll watch where I step, and keep the nerve I have.

[Outro]
Quiet feet, clear eyes—I won’t give the trap my name.