Verse 1
Late night, city hum, your shadow is a whisper on my wall,
Glass cool against my palm, still I feel the tempo fall.
Candles burn like questions, smoke curls where your laughter lived,
I replay every near touch like it's a scene I can't forgive.
Pre-Chorus
Why does the room keep spinning when the radio goes low?
Why does every little silence still know the things you know?
I reach across the mattress, find the cold that you left in,
Counting little ghosts of you in the shape my chest has been.
Chorus
Why do I feel like this — half a prayer, half a sin?
Heartbeats hitting static where your melody begins.
Every night I catch your name on the tip of my tongue,
Why do I feel like this when the story's already done?
I keep thinking maybe time will learn to let me go,
But the rhythm of you’s a language I still haven’t outgrown.
Verse 2
Mirror shows a stranger who keeps wearing your old smile,
I pretend the hurt’s a fashion, like it’s mine for just a while.
Neon stitches silver to the edges of my doubt,
I try to fold myself away but the past keeps finding out.
Pre-Chorus
Why do your footprints echo in the rooms I choose to walk?
Why do I speak in riddles when your absence owns my talk?
I find your name in rain drops on the window of my past,
And I'm learning how to chase it down, though the chase is never fast.
Chorus
Why do I feel like this — half a prayer, half a sin?
Heartbeats hitting static where your melody begins.
Every night I catch your name on the tip of my tongue,
Why do I feel like this when the story's already done?
I keep thinking maybe time will learn to let me go,
But the rhythm of you’s a language I still haven’t outgrown.
Bridge (soft, rising)
Maybe it's vestiges of mornings, maybe it's that one song,
Maybe it's the way you said my name and made the dark belong.
I taste the could-have-been on my skin, it's sticky and it's sweet,
And I bargain with the moon for the mercy of defeat.
Breakdown (breathy)
Oh — every late hour, every low light,
Every whispered maybe that we never got right.
Why do I feel like this? (Why do I feel like this?)
Why do I keep you lit inside a kiss?
Final Chorus (full, hopeful)
Why do I feel like this — half a prayer, half a sin?
Heartbeats hitting static where your melody begins.
I still hear your laughter like a hymn I can't outrun,
But maybe feeling is the first step to being someone.
I'll keep learning how to change the tune and let it go,
'Cause the rhythm of me's a language I'm beginning to know.
Outro (soft)
Late night, city hum, I breathe and the static fades,
I fold the echo in my hands, make new light from our old shades.
Why do I feel like this? Maybe to find how to be whole —
A steady pulse, a softer touch, a quiet, certain soul.
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