[Verse 1] There’s a tape in the player I never rewind, Your voice cuts off right before the line. Streetlights blur like they’re trying to hide, I take the long way home, just buying time. Answering machines stacking small confessions, I talk to the tone like it’s still your attention. The night keeps listening but says nothing back, And I keep tracing the place where we cracked. [Pre-Chorus] I dial your number, then let it ring, Pretending I don’t want anything. Hands in my jacket, breath held tight Why does quiet feel like a fight? [Chorus] I’m still here between the call and the tone, Standing in rooms that don’t feel like home. If I say it out loud, it loses its weight So I keep it soft, and let it wait. I’m learning how to sit with the part That stayed behind when you left my heart. Not a goodbye, not quite a plea Just something unfinished inside of me. [Verse 2] Saw your name on a screen, then it changed to “missed,” Funny how a second turns into a list. Old cassette clicks, the track drifts slow, I hum along to a song only I know. Our plans sit folded inside my coat, Little reminders I never wrote. Everyone tells me the feeling will fade, But some things don’t move, they just rearrange. [Pre-Chorus 2] I walk past places we used to meet, Same cold pavement under my feet. I count the steps, like it keeps things right Truth feels different late at night. [Final Chorus] I’m still here between the call and the tone, Learning to live inside the unknown. If I let it spill, it falls apart So I keep it quiet, close to the heart. No big scenes, no rescue scene — Just the space between what was and what’s seen. Not a goodbye, not quite free Just something unfinished that lives with me.
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