[VERSE 1]
you move through the evening quietly
like it already knows your plan
same light, same locked routine
same disappearing hands
there’s a pattern in your focus
that pulls you out of reach
small hours eating your attention
without needing speech
i notice it without meaning to
then pretend i didn’t see
like observation has consequences
i’m not ready to keep
[PRE-CHORUS]
nothing ever interrupts it
nothing makes it stop
just the steady repetition
rising to the top
[CHORUS]
we’re living in parallel lines
sharing the same air
but never in the same moment
never fully there
and i try to stay present
but i drift off too
into things i don’t explain
or talk through
you follow whatever calls you
i follow mine as well
and neither of us calls it
what it feels like to tell
[VERSE 2]
i have my own small patterns
that don’t look like yours
quiet ways of leaving myself
behind closed doors
things i don’t bring into daylight
things i don’t explain
just habits that replace the noise
when it gets too much in my brain
and sometimes i think we notice
more than we pretend
like we both understand the silence
we don’t defend
[PRE-CHORUS 2]
no confession in the structure
no breaking point in sight
just two things running forward
out of light
[CHORUS 2]
we’re living in parallel lines
close enough to blur
same space, different gravity
different blur
and i try to stay steady
but it shifts again
like something underneath it all
won’t let it end
you disappear into distance
i do the same
just in quieter directions
without a name
[BRIDGE]
if you tried to translate it
it would fall apart
it only holds in fragments
and in the dark
two ways of not returning
to where we started from
both of us continuing
until it’s gone
[FINAL CHORUS]
we’re living in parallel lines
never crossing through
same world, different damage
nothing new
and i come back to myself
but it feels thin
like I’m not sure what part of me
I’m in
you keep your own distraction
i keep mine too
and neither of us says
what it does to you
[OUTRO]
some things don’t look like leaving
until they do