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(Intro) Yeah. It’s a fine line, you know? Between holding your ground and losing your way. Sometimes you bend so you don’t break... But how far is too far? Let's work it out. (Verse 1) I’m staring at the blueprint, trying to find a middle space But every time I give an inch, it’s like I lose the race Started with a vision, pure as winter’s first snow Now it’s grey and slushy, watching all the magic go. My manager wants radio, the streets want the grit My bank account is screaming "Man, just make a hit!" But my soul is in the basement, shivering in the cold Wondering if the story’s worth the glory if it’s sold. It’s a tug-of-war, rope burning through my palms Trying to find the silence in the middle of the alarms. (Chorus) Is it compromise or is it a concession? Am I learning lessons or just feeding an obsession? Trying to build a bridge without burning down the town But the weight of expectations started pulling me down. Yeah, you gotta give a little just to get a little back But don't you lose the colors trying to fade into the black. Compromise. (Yeah) Compromise. (Verse 2) It’s in the way we talk, or the way we choose to hide Keeping peace at the table while it’s war deep inside. I stayed quiet when you spoke, just to keep the evening calm Now I’m sitting with a ticking heart, holding onto a bomb. In the booth, I swap a word just to fit the brand's mold Trading in my silver tongue to get a little gold. But a house built on "maybe" is a house built on sand If I don’t stand for nothing, then I’m sinking where I stand. They say "meet us halfway," but the map is getting torn And the crown of being "flexible" is just a crown of thorns.
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(Intro) Yeah. It’s a fine line, you know? Between holding your ground and losing your way. Sometimes you bend so you don’t break... But how far is too far? Let's work it out. (Verse 1) I’m staring at the blueprint, trying to find a middle space But every time I give an inch, it’s like I lose the race Started with a vision, pure as winter’s first snow Now it’s grey and slushy, watching all the magic go. My manager wants radio, the streets want the grit My bank account is screaming "Man, just make a hit!" But my soul is in the basement, shivering in the cold Wondering if the story’s worth the glory if it’s sold. It’s a tug-of-war, rope burning through my palms Trying to find the silence in the middle of the alarms. (Chorus) Is it compromise or is it a concession? Am I learning lessons or just feeding an obsession? Trying to build a bridge without burning down the town But the weight of expectations started pulling me down. Yeah, you gotta give a little just to get a little back But don't you lose the colors trying to fade into the black. Compromise. (Yeah) Compromise. (Verse 2) It’s in the way we talk, or the way we choose to hide Keeping peace at the table while it’s war deep inside. I stayed quiet when you spoke, just to keep the evening calm Now I’m sitting with a ticking heart, holding onto a bomb. In the booth, I swap a word just to fit the brand's mold Trading in my silver tongue to get a little gold. But a house built on "maybe" is a house built on sand If I don’t stand for nothing, then I’m sinking where I stand. They say "meet us halfway," but the map is getting torn And the crown of being "flexible" is just a crown of thorns.