I thought it would be forever, baby
Always be my treasure, baby
Used to ride the highs, now it’s just the lows
Deleted your name out of my phone

Still see your face at night when I scroll
Playlist hits different when I’m alone
Silence in the space where your voice would play
Guess love ain’t enough to make someone stay

I ain’t reachin’ out, I ain’t lookin’ back
But some nights hit different when it all goes black
Told myself it’s better off this way
But I still hear your voice when the music plays


No contact, but I’m talkin’ to your ghost
You were my rush, the one I loved most
Told my friends I’m movin’ on
But I still break when I hear our favorite songs


No contact, no closure still


Deleted your photos, blocked your accounts
Don’t wanna see your DMs comin’ around, oh no
That’s true and I don’t want to care 
Tryna let go, still breathing in the stale air

Had I known, I never would’ve let you in, baby
Couldn’t wait to see you now it’s never again


I replay the last thing you said
Tattooed words stuck in my head
Tried no contact, tried no trace
But you're everywhere, no contact


No contact, but I’m talkin’ to your ghost
You were my rush, the one I loved most
Told my friends I’m movin’ on
But I still break when I hear our favorite songs


No contact, no text, no trace
But I still see you in every place
We don't talk anymore but the images still stay
In the parts of me you took away

No contact… but you still know my name

No Contact

Amber light on her skin, like a sunset I can’t keep
She talks films and galaxies, I forget how to breathe
I’ve been running on fumes, nights blurred in a haze
She’s a quiet kind of future, I want to be awake

I don’t need trophies, I don’t need a crown
Just a reason to stand, stop letting me down

She’s the calm after every storm I made
The last page when the story’s saved
I don’t want to chase, I just want to stay
If I fix myself, she’s my endgame
Yeah if I fix myself, she’s my endgame

She’s got vinyls and daydreams, soft fire in her eyes
Sleep Token on the speakers, truth under disguise
I’ve been hiding in habits, calling them safe
But her kind of love needs a better space

No grand gesture, no diamond ring
Just a heart that’s steady, a life that can sing

She’s the calm after every storm I made
The last page when the story’s saved
I don’t want to chase, I just want to stay
If I fix myself, she’s my endgame
Yeah if I fix myself, she’s my endgame

Not a prize, not a race, not a finish line
She’s the reason I wake, the reason I try
I don’t want to own, I just want to be
The man she needs when she's looking 
She’s the calm after every storm I made
The last page when the story’s saved
I don’t want to chase, I just want to stay
If I fix myself, she’s my endgame

Endgame

Purple Porsche 911

Used to It

Frequency


I keep canceling plans I actually want.
Not because I’m tired of people 
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine.
There’s this slow red drip in the background of my life,
and it stains everything I try to hold onto.
I tell myself it’s nothing,
but it pulls at me when I move,
and I move slower now.


I hear everyone laughing across the street.
I try to stand up to join them,
and something inside me pulls the other way 
not dramatic, just constant,
like gravity correcting me.


If I seem distant, I swear it’s not because I don’t care.
I’m just trying to keep from leaving a trail behind me.
I want to show up 
but every time I step forward,
something warm runs down and reminds me
my timing isn’t mine anymore.
I’m still trying, even if it looks like disappearing.


My friends say they miss me.
I miss them more.
I rehearse hellos in my head,
but the floor feels heavier when I get close to the door.
I pause, and the moment opens its mouth
like it wants to swallow the night whole.
I hate that I live like this 
in the doorway, not inside.


I should text back.
I should show up.
But everything inside pulls at my edges
like wet fabric sticking to skin.


If I seem distant, it’s not because I don’t care.
I’m just trying not to leak through everything I love.
I want to show up 
but forward feels more complicated
when something in me keeps reminding me
that my body has its own agenda.
I’m still trying, even if it looks like shadows.


I’m not hiding on purpose.
I’m not lost.
I’m not angry.
I’m just carrying something
that doesn’t want to be carried.


I’m still here 
slower, quieter,
but here.
If the world leans harder on me than it should,
I’ll still reach for the door
in whatever rhythm my body allows.
I’m still trying,
even if it looks like distance.

Gravity's Wrong, I'm Bleeding

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