[Verse] Dim lights flicker on the hardwood floor, Secondhand dreams piled near the door. Leather couch, vintage frame, worn and true, Every crack a story, like me and you. Smoke curls slow, in the midnight air, Low hum of ambition, everywhere. Clock ticks gold, no rush to run, New kingdom built, just me and my sun. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the dark, secrets intertwine, Foundations made on thrift and time. [Chorus] This is home, where the nights glow, Faded edges, but the fire's whole. Every piece, got a soul to own, First apartment, but I’m not alone. This is home, yeah, this is mine, Stacked up dreams in every line. Furnish the night with smoky signs, First apartment, down these lines. [Verse] Curtains drawn, but the city’s close, Echoes stretch where the smoke arose. Cheap wine nights, and the vinyl spins, Future’s waiting with a crooked grin. Eyes half-closed, the night’s a haze, Found my rhythm in these thrifted days. Warm baritone in the silence calls, Walls listen close as the midnight falls. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the dark, secrets intertwine, Foundations made on thrift and time. [Chorus] This is home, where the nights glow, Faded edges, but the fire's whole. Every piece, got a soul to own, First apartment, but I’m not alone. This is home, yeah, this is mine, Stacked up dreams in every line. Furnish the night with smoky signs, First apartment, down these lines. [Bridge] Slow dance with shadows, on the threadbare rug, Passion’s currency, this smokey drug. Ambition hums low in the midnight air, Every thrifted find wrapped in care. [Chorus] This is home, where the nights glow, Faded edges, but the fire's whole. Every piece, got a soul to own, First apartment, but I’m not alone. This is home, yeah, this is mine, Stacked up dreams in every line. Furnish the night with smoky signs, First apartment, down these lines. [Outro] Faded frames, but the vision’s clear, First place found, with nothing to fear. Smoky nights, and a heart to steer, This is home, forever near.