[Verse] I leave the light on when I go Don’t know why, just feels wrong not to The dishes pile, I let them sit I’ll get to them — or maybe not [Chorus] There’s stuff I don’t talk about Like waking up and wanting out Like hearing news I can’t absorb And thinking, what’s the point of more? [Verse] I say “I’m good” to save the space The kind of lie we all forgive I hum a song I used to hate It helps me breathe, so now I keep it [Chorus] There’s stuff I don’t talk about Like letters I don’t throw away Like leaving texts on “maybe later” Then never knowing what to say Then never knowing what to say (I still don’t)
