“Between the Shelves of Maybe”

“Between the Shelves of Maybe” Verse 1 I woke up in a life I don’t recall, with unfamiliar light on every wall, my reflection looks convinced it knows it all, but I don’t feel like me at all. There’s a softness in the air that feels rehearsed, like I’ve said these words in reverse, like every choice I ever made got worse in a universe. Pre-chorus And I can’t tell if I’m awake, or just another path I take Chorus So I’m wandering the library of lives I didn’t live, holding hands with every version I could never give, if happiness is somewhere else I must have missed the sign in time, I keep checking out the stories where I didn’t cross that line. And they all look like they knew me, like I left them here to stay, like I was almost who I wanted in a different kind of way. Verse 2 There’s a shelf where I stayed quiet and was kind, a shelf where I left everything behind, a shelf where I was cruel and called it being blind and felt fine. But every time I reach for one, it fades before it can be done, like memory is only ever borrowed from what I might become. Pre-chorus And every ending feels the same, just written with a different name Chorus So I’m wandering the library of lives I didn’t live, trading every almost-truth I wasn’t built to give, if meaning is a moving thing I’ll never hold it long enough, I keep checking out the futures where I wasn’t strong enough. And they all stand there beside me like they knew I’d come back through, like every version of me knew exactly what I’d do. Bridge Maybe there’s no final page, just paper learning how to age, and every path I didn’t take was only ever mine to break into two. Maybe I don’t need to win, just learn the shape I’m living in, and in every life I might begin I still would choose you. Final chorus So I’m wandering the library of lives I didn’t live, every book a quiet chance I wasn’t built to give, and if peace is just a story I keep trying to read ahead, I’ll close the book on who I was and meet who’s left instead. And they all feel less like failure than I thought they’d ever be, just different ways of learning how to stay here inside me.