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BMO- happen,happening,happened (extended version)

Streetlights flicker like they’re tryin’ to warn me of the ending,
And the taxi that I’m ridin’ feels like every mile’s pretending.
City’s hummin’ like a choir that forgot what it was singin’,
While I’m scrollin’ through my memory like the past is still beginning.
Left your jacket by the doorway on the night you said you’re leavin’,
Didn’t pick it up ’cause part of me was scared to start believin’.
Thought the cold would bring you back, but all it brought was winter’s breathin’,
And the echo of your footsteps on the stairs I kept repeating.

Kitchen counter, 2AM, your shadow bendin’ by the kettle,
You were talkin’ soft, like every word was balanced on the metal.
Said you wanted something stable, I was tangled in the treble,
Chasin’ melodies instead of chasin’ what was sentimental.
You were askin’ me for moments, I was answerin’ in metaphors,
Didn’t know you needed truth, not just a poet at the door.
Every time you reached for comfort I was reachin’ for a chord,
Every silence that you offered was a plea I just ignored.

Flashback to the garden where the neighbors trimmed the hedges,
You were sayin’ you were worried that our future lost its edges.
I laughed it off like nothin’, made a joke to keep it pleasant,
But your smile never followed, just a nod that felt unfinished.
And the breeze that hit your hair was like a warning I dismissed,
’Cause I thought that love was certain when two pairs of hands exist.
Didn’t know that yours were shakin’ underneath the weight of this,
Didn’t know that mine were empty when you needed me to grip.

Phone rings once then fades again, a message left unread,
I was busy writin’ stories while you wrote the ones we bled.
You said “call me when you’re ready,” but I never called instead,
Now that line feels like a prophecy engraved inside my head.
’Cause a month went by, then three, then five, then suddenly it’s years,
And the only time I saw you was in songs and souvenir tears.
I was waitin’ on a moment where the past would reappear,
But the credits had already rolled while I was stuck in first gear.

Found a letter in the pocket of that jacket by the door,
Folded twice like fragile wings, like it was scared to hit the floor.
Thought it’d be a simple message, but it cut me to the core,
Every line was like a truth I should’ve listened to before.
You wrote “love is not a promise, it’s a practice we forget,”
And “the moments that you rush through are the ones you’ll most regret.”
Said “the future isn’t something that we lose, it’s what we let,”
And “the quiet that you run from is the place your heart is kept.”

Now I’m standin’ in the doorway where the jacket used to hang,
Sunrise creepin’ like a spotlight tryna underline my shame.
I replay the scenes in sequence like a film that knows my name,
Realizin’ I was the villain in the script I tried to frame.
And the kettle in the kitchen still remembers every sound,
But the voice that made it sacred is a ghost that won’t come ’round.
All the pauses you were makin’ were the moments love was found,
All the jokes I used to cover were the cracks that pulled us down.

I walk out to the garden, find the chair you used to sit,
Brush the dust off like I’m tryin’ to bring the memory back a bit.
Sky is pale like every dawn that we let split.
I breathe in slow, like I’m relearnin’ what the quiet really meant.
And I finally understand the line you whispered in the cold—
“People don’t fall out of love, they just forget how to hold.”
Now the weight of every second feels like stories left untold,
And the keys I left on purpose burn like truth turned into gold.

I’m walkin’ through the city with the jacket on my arm,
Not because I think you’re comin’, but to keep the final charm.
Every scene you ever lived in is a lesson, not a scar,
And the silence you were teachin’ is the loudest part by far.

But the soundtrack’s beatin’ in the space where you still are.

Stronger Than You (feat. Estelle)

Steven Universe

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