[Verse 1]
There’s a little voice narrating every scene,
Says, “Remember when you thought forever meant a ring?”
Christopher Columbus searching for a place that’s gone,
Getting lost on roads I should’ve never stayed upon.
We laughed over spaghetti, gluten-free on the side,
Making grocery lists like we’d have all our lives.
DoorDash on the nights we didn’t wanna cook,
Funny how a future fit inside a notebook.
[Pre-Chorus]
My mind still plays the highlight reel,
But healing changed the soundtrack underneath.
[Chorus]
Now it’s just inside commentary.
Not my whole identity.
Just little echoes passing through,
No longer pulling me.
Disc golf flying through the trees,
Bananas on the counter, pancakes on a Sunday.
Pieces of a life I thought would always stay…
Now they’re just inside commentary.
[Verse 2]
Simba chasing Nala down the hallway every night.
Dog and cat debates about who’s really right.
The symphony beneath the blankets made us laugh till we cried.
Escape rooms proving neither one of us could hide.
El Patron on Friday with the same old booth.
Steep hills stealing every breath, but somehow worth the view.
TikTok after midnight, arguing who sings best.
Arc Raiders loading while we never got much rest.
[Pre-Chorus]
I used to think those memories
Would always hurt to breathe.
[Chorus]
Now it’s just inside commentary.
Not the ending of my story.
Snoring through a movie,
Laughing at the midnight laundry.
Waking up to one more accident,
Rolling eyes instead of shame.
Pieces of a life I loved…
Don’t own me the same.
[Bridge]
Healing isn’t forgetting.
It’s remembering without collapsing.
It’s smiling before the tears arrive.
It’s letting the ordinary
Become ordinary again.
Those moments don’t belong to pain.
They belong to me.
[Final Chorus]
Now they’re just inside commentary.
Old punchlines, old melodies.
Christopher Columbus, grocery lists, and silly rivalries.
DoorDash bags and disc golf throws.
Bananas, pancakes, winding roads.
Every memory has found its place,
Without deciding who I’ll be.
The story isn’t disappearing.
It’s finally changing key.
[Outro]
Some memories used to be my home.
Now they’re just voices passing by…
Inside commentary.
