[Verse 1]
Fridge light cuts across the room,
Bare feet on the tile, cold as truth,
Microwave says 12:03,
Another night awake with me.
There’s a coffee cup beside the sink,
Half full, half gone, I can’t tell the difference,
TV talks just to fill the air,
But nobody’s really there.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I tell myself I’m doing fine,
Then lose an hour to my own mind.
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[Chorus]
Sitting on the kitchen floor at midnight,
Trying not to turn my whole life hindsight,
Counting every road I didn’t take,
Every promise I let fade.
The house is quiet, but my head’s loud,
Everybody else moves on somehow,
And I’m still here with the same old ghosts,
And a melting ice cream bowl.
On the kitchen floor at midnight.
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[Verse 2]
Phone screen glowing in my hand,
Names I almost text again,
But what’s the point of reopening
Things we buried quietly?
There’s dishes drying by the stove,
Tiny proof this life still goes,
Funny how the smallest things
Keep you tied to everything.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Some nights feel like missing trains,
Watching your own life pull away.
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[Chorus]
Sitting on the kitchen floor at midnight,
Trying not to turn my whole life hindsight,
Counting every road I didn’t take,
Every promise I let fade.
The house is quiet, but my head’s loud,
Everybody else moves on somehow,
And I’m still here with the same old ghosts,
And a melting ice cream bowl.
On the kitchen floor at midnight.
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[Bridge]
Maybe growing up feels less like flying
And more like learning how to sit with silence,
Maybe nobody really knows
What they’re doing after all.
Maybe everybody’s tired too,
Just better at hiding it than you.
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[Final Chorus]
Still sitting on the kitchen floor at midnight,
But the window’s letting in a little light,
Maybe I don’t need to fix everything,
Maybe morning’s enough for now.
The house is quiet, my head slows down,
First birds waking up outside,
And for a second I can almost breathe
Without feeling lost completely.
On the kitchen floor at midnight.
