[Intro, quiet room tone, one small lamp still on over a table, unhurried] it is late and the table is still halfway I am not going to finish it tonight [Verse 1, close and conversational, noticing rather than explaining] the glass of water has gone flat the chair is pushed back but not put away whatever I was doing is exactly where my hands set it down there was a version of tonight where I stayed up and closed it I can see that version from here and I am not going to take it [Verse 2, same restraint, the pause turning out to be a handover] nothing here is being abandoned it is only being left partway partway is a place you can stand in the way you stand in a doorway tomorrow morning someone with my hands will come back and pick up the same thread they will not need it explained to them they were here for all of it [Bridge, instruments thin out, baritone guitar and room tone only, one held breath] for a while I thought putting it down meant it would stay down for good but the lamp goes off and the room holds it exactly the way I left it [Chorus, warm and wide, opening gently, never lifting into volume] let it stay the way it is half done and out in the open I am handing it to tomorrow and tomorrow has the same two hands [Outro, gentle resolution, the light going off, full stop ending] I turn the small light off and the table keeps its halfway shape sleep does not check what is finished it takes me either way
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