Truth is… sometimes they do

\[intro]

Click the lamp. Count the cracks. Don’t look back.

\[verse 1]

You said “always,” eyes on the door.

I heard the hinge before the word.

I packed the silence, labeled it mine,

wore it like armor, called it “fine.”

\[pre-chorus]

I wanted myth—got math instead.

Numbers don’t lie. They just subtract.

\[chorus]

Truth is… sometimes they do.

They leave. They mean it. They choose not you.

Promises fade like borrowed tattoos—

truth is… sometimes they do.

\[verse 2]

I held the rope, you cut the slack.

I fixed the frame you never hung back.

All my heroic last-second saves

just taught you where to dig my grave.

\[pre-chorus]

If love’s a test, I showed my work.

You turned the paper, wrote “it hurts.”

\[chorus]

Truth is… sometimes they do.

They leave. They mean it. They choose not you.

Throwaway lines come home like news—

truth is… sometimes they do.

\[bridge]

I thought we were bigger than weather.

Turns out we were just outdoors.

\[final chorus]

Truth is… sometimes they do.

They ghost. They glitter. They don’t come through.

I’ll stop rehearsing a different truth—

truth is… sometimes they do.

\[outro]

Click the lamp. Let it burn out. Walk.