I kept my plans like folded papers hiding in my jacket Every bold idea I loved, I never learned to back it I treated hope like borrowed time I never meant to pay for Calling fear another reason just to wait more (“wait more…”) You said, “You live like every start can shift to Monday” I joked it off, but the words stayed heavy in my hand I keep failing at living like I’m failing at love Turn a promise to a key that never fits the lock Call it fear, call it doubt, call it never enough Every step I tried to take, I always walked it back (“failing at life, failing at love…”) I wore my doubts like denim fraying at the edges Said I’d grow when I was older, always shifting pledges You held out simple truth I kept refusing gently Calling it confusion just to hide the empty (“hide the empty…”) You drew a line between excuses and old patterns Said, “You never stay to fight for what you want to keep” I keep failing at living like I’m failing at love Turn the room into a stage where I can’t play the part Call it fear, call it pride, call it half-enough giving Keeping one hand on the door, not on the heart (“heart… heart…”) I kept a list of undone dreams inside the kitchen drawer Birthdays I forgot to call, words I should’ve said before Every failure had a softer twin I used as cover Calling it intention when it wasn’t ever (“mmm… ever…”) Nights replay the worn-out scenes of chances drifting Lines I wrote but never said to anyone I keep failing at living like I’m failing at love Turn the key, leave the engine on, but never drive away Call it fear, call it doubt, call it losing the moment Letting all the open doors decay (“failing at life… maybe enough…”) If I ever learn to live, I’ll have to learn forgiving Let the wheel rest in my hands, not on the floor If I fall again tomorrow, let it be from trying Not from standing still the way before (“learning to live… learning to love…”)
