Soft Life Budget
Track 3 of Boundary Era
[ Lyrics ]
Peace is priceless — that’s soft-life math. I used to answer when the phone rang late, draped in guilt like a threadbare cape. Said ‘I’m fine’ while I disappeared, taught myself I should always be reached. Canceled plans just to play relief, while my joy sat on silent grief. But I tallied the cost, rewrote the chart — those emergency calls drained my heart. Now I’m budgeting calm, setting energy rates, every late-night text comes with wait-list dates. I don’t owe you my peace, not a minute, not free — I invest in the things that return energy. Peace is priceless — that’s soft-life math, no overtime for emotional tax. I clock out at eight, I don’t audit pain — drama don’t pay, so I’m not on payroll. Peace is priceless — I balance my soul. Bought a robe that I wear past the door, leave my shoes by the couch, no more war. Took back Sundays, renamed them sacred, no more panic when your tone turned dated. I replaced guilt with a lavender candle, switched your voice note for ‘Ocean Wave Paddle.’ I’m not cold — I’m just making amends with the woman I buried for someone who bends. So if you need a crisis, call your crew, I’m off the clock — healing for me and not you. My compassion’s still real, just behind gated trust, I protect my calm like it’s gold-covered dust. Peace is priceless — that’s soft-life math, no overtime for emotional tax. I clock out at eight, I don’t audit pain — drama don’t pay, so I’m not on payroll. Peace is priceless — I balance my soul. I used to say yes when I meant no. Let my spirit file for bankruptcy slow. Now my silence is wealth, my ‘not today’ — a vow. I guard my joy like a diamond-owned-now. Peace is priceless — that’s soft-life math, no more loans to the ones who just crash. I clock out at eight, I don’t audit pain — drama don’t pay, so I’m not on payroll. Peace is priceless — I balance my soul. Peace is... priceless. That’s soft-life math.