Maybe It’s Me

Every time I think I’m close,

It slips away like cigarette smoke,

He says the right words, then he ghosts,

Guess that’s just how this story goes.

I’ve loved too quick, I’ve fallen slow,

Built up walls and left the door half-closed,

It’s a curse, it’s a joke, it’s a lonely road,

Tryna find a heart that don’t feel cold.

Maybe it’s me —

Maybe I’m the reason love don’t stay,

The common thread in all the pain,

The echo in the empty frame.

Maybe it’s me —

Maybe I ask for too much peace,

Maybe love just ain’t meant for me,

And that’s the hardest thing to see.

All my friends are settlin’ down,

Talkin’ houses and ultrasound sounds,

And I’m out here still spinnin’ ‘round,

Like a record scratch in a ghost town.

There’s a space on my couch that’s worn,

From all the nights I’ve been alone,

I tell myself I’m fine on my own,

But my heart don’t buy what I’ve been sold.

Maybe it’s me —

Maybe I’m the storm I can’t outrun,

Maybe I scare off everyone,

Before the love has even begun.

Maybe it’s me —

The way I joke when I should speak,

The way I fall when it’s too deep,

Yeah, maybe it’s me.

I want the hand that don’t let go,

The steady heart when the cold wind blows,

But every time I think I know —

The story ends before it grows.

And I wonder if I’m meant to be,

The one who loves but never keeps,

Just a verse in someone else’s dream —

A name they hum, but never sing.

Maybe it’s me —

Maybe I’m the ghost in my own home,

Turnin’ love into echoes and dial tones.

But maybe one day, someone will see,

All the love that’s left in me.

Till then I’ll keep this melody —

And maybe, it’s just me.

Yeah, maybe it’s me…

But maybe that’s okay.