I learned how to be background noise
To live where no one cares
To be right here in his face
But still never reach his stare
I hummed in all the quiet rooms
Where he claimed noise was not allowed
Never quite gripping the performance of suffering without a sound
So I lived in between heated words and cold shoulders until night is what I craved
Replaying instances of love to hang onto, crumbs that I have saved
I learned how to be background noise fading through the day
A playlist that was left on too long
Not quite loud enough for disarray,
The tick of a clock in a tiled room
Subtle but also expected,
The hum of an old space heater
Maybe annoying but not quite rejected,
A constant rhythm amidst life's chaos
A role I boldly take on
I think I'm showing loyalty but
I'm just saying you can love me wrong
Because I learned how to be background noise
Never demanding space in your song,
If I disappeared from the mix tape
Would you feel the loss at all?