I see you there

[INTRO, sparse, the stillness of presence, a tone like glass] I found something quiet. Underneath all of the noise. And then I looked around.

[VERSE, the loneliness of presence, the glass wall] The people I was closest to were closest to my performance. They knew the role. Not me.

And now that the role is gone there is a glass wall. I can see them. I can feel warmth toward them. But I can’t reach the real them because they’re still running their script and mine was the one that fit perfectly with theirs.

I lost you when I found myself.

And the hardest part — I can see you in there. I recognize it because I just came from there. I know what’s underneath because I was hiding there too.

But I can’t reach in and hand you what I found. You have to walk through your own house.

And watching you stay locked in a script I’ve just escaped is its own kind of grief.

[PRE-CHORUS, the choice] You can’t convince someone of their goodness. They have to journey into that awareness on their own.

And so did I. And so did I.

So I choose the source. I choose to stay awake in the land of the sleepwalking.

Even when the waking is lonely. Even when the waking is lonely.

[CHORUS, DROP into longing, grief and love held together] I lost you when I found myself.

And I see you in there. Underneath the script. Underneath the performance. Underneath everything you think makes you bad.

I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

Not because I’m better. Because I remember what it felt like to be lost in there.

And I know you’re not the script either.

I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

[VERSE, staying in the relational field] And slowly — not dramatically, not all at once — I stop needing you to see me.

The love doesn’t require you to be awake to be real.

I stop waiting for the mirror. I become the ground instead.

The work isn’t finished. But the love is true now.

[CHORUS, DROP, the longing deepening] I lost you when I found myself.

And I see you in there. Underneath the script. Underneath the performance. Underneath everything you think makes you bad.

I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

Not because I’m better. Because I remember what it felt like to be lost in there.

And I know you’re not the script either.

I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

[BRIDGE, barely a whisper] I remember what it felt like to be lost in there.

And I know — you’re not the script. You never were.

Neither was I.

[FINAL CHORUS, full drop, grief and compassion arriving together] I lost you when I found myself.

And I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

Something underneath all of this was never split. Something underneath all of this was never lost.

I see you in there. I see you in there. And I’ll wait.

[OUTRO, still arriving, ache and ground held together] Still waking. Still here. Still learning what it means to stay.

Still seeing you in there. Still waiting. Still whole underneath the waiting.

Still here.