Too Late To Be Yours

[Verse 1]
You used to leave the porch light on
Wait up till my story fit
You traced your thumb along my palm
Like you could read through every slip
You knew the numbers in my phone
You heard the rumors in the dark
Still you folded me in your arms
Like I was worth a brand‑new start
[Chorus]
Now I’m counting cracks in the ceiling
Playing back every promise I tore
You kept handing me forgiveness
I kept walking out the door
I had the love of my life in my hands
Treated his heart like it was yours to restore
I didn’t know what I had
Till it walked out
And slammed the door
[Verse 2]
You packed your favorite faded shirt
Left it hanging in my room
Said
“Call me when you’re really done
With burning what you can’t resume”
I kissed a stranger just to feel
Anything but my own shame
Thought I was running from your hurt
But I was running from my name
[Chorus]
Now I’m counting cracks in the ceiling
Playing back every promise I tore
You kept handing me forgiveness
I kept walking out the door
I had the love of my life in my hands
Treated your trust like it was something to ignore
I didn’t know what I had
Till it walked out
And slammed the door
[Bridge]
If you ever hear this song by chance (oh)
I know it doesn’t change a thing
But every word is just me owning
Every cut
Every sting
[Chorus]
Now I’m talking to the shadows
Calling your name into the floor
You kept handing me forever
I kept asking you for more
I had the love of my life in my hands
Now I just hold the weight of what I can’t restore
I didn’t know what I had
Now I do
And you’re not mine anymore

Intimate piano ballad with female vocals, close-mic’d and breathy. Sparse piano in the verses, soft pads underneath; gentle rises into each chorus with warm low strings. Second verse adds subtle rhythmic pulses and distant vocal doubles; bridge swells with emotional vibrato and a brief, aching high note before dropping back to a hushed final chorus and a lingering piano outro.