Pressure Held Inside | Dark Pop Music 🎶

#PressureHeldInside #darkpop Your shuttered bakery keeps one blue light A paper cup rolls past the curb I pass the pharmacy, count each step The glass gives back a stranger's face The blocks draw closer, window by window My hands stay still inside my coat Something is pressing beneath the quiet I keep my pace; I don't look down I move through the hours like a room with no door Every sign is familiar, none of it mine You could call from a window; I wouldn't turn I keep going, with the pressure held inside The laundromat spins with nobody there A receipt catches under my shoe At the crossing, the signal changes twice I stand where the white lines disappear The blocks draw closer, window by window My hands stay still inside my coat Something is pressing beneath the quiet I keep my pace; I don't look down I move through the hours like a room with no door Every sign is familiar, none of it mine You could call from a window; I wouldn't turn I keep going, with the pressure held inside If I stopped here, would the city notice? If you said my name, would it reach me? I hold the question behind my teeth And let the next block take me on I move through the hours like a room with no door Every sign is familiar, none of it mine You could call from a window; I wouldn't turn I keep going, with the pressure held inside