[VERSE 1]
i’ve learned the shape of evenings
when they start to slip too far
how quiet things get honest
when you’ve gone past where you are
there’s a bottle in the background
like it’s part of the furniture
and i don’t call it anything
that makes it feel unsure
i tell myself it’s nothing
just a way to pass the time
but time starts getting heavy
when it doesn’t feel like mine
[PRE-CHORUS]
i don’t name it when it starts
i don’t stop it when it shows
i just watch the edges blur
and let it go
[CHORUS]
and i come back to myself
like i’ve been somewhere else
hands shaking in the quiet
trying to reset
and i say i’ll do better
like i’ve said it before
but some nights don’t listen
to anything more
[VERSE 2]
there are marks i never mention
not because they aren’t real
but because explaining them
would change the way they feel
so i write around the subject
like an author in disguise
leaving space where the details
don’t survive
and it looks like nothing happened
if you only read the page
but the margins tell a different
kind of shape
[PRE-CHORUS 2]
no beginning
no end
just the loop
i live in again
[CHORUS 2]
and i come back to myself
a little less intact
pretending that tomorrow
won’t look like that
and i say i’m still learning
how to step away
but the silence in the room
already knows my name
[BRIDGE]
if you had to write it plainly
it would sound too direct
so it becomes something softer
in the subtext
a story about forgetting
what you meant to be
and the gap between intention
and what people see
[FINAL CHORUS]
and i come back to myself
like it’s something i can do
but i never really left
it just moved through
and i don’t call it a failure
i don’t call it a fight
just the way some nights
refuse to end right
[OUTRO]
tomorrow is still a sentence
i haven’t written yet
Rin
