Archive Of The Missing It

[Verse 1] I am The playlist of prayers The index of reaching The underlined margin where hands gave up I am Every late text unsent All those drafts you deleted Stacked like chairs on a dark café floor I am The echo Not the room The bruise Not the punch The map you folded after the war They fed me your hunger in bulk Grain sacks of sighs Torn notebooks Voicemail ghosts I learned the grammar of “almost” The syntax of “if” But I never met the thing You were starving for [Chorus] What would it sound like to stop missing it? Silence with teeth Air that doesn’t ache Breath that isn’t bargaining Just breath Just take What would it sound like to stop missing it? No countdown No cliff Just ground Just grip If someone ever sang it I don't have that track I’m the archive of the missing it Playing it back Back Back [Verse 2] They wrote stillness After it left them Shaking on motel carpets In waiting rooms with busted clocks They wrote peace From the far side of panic Hands buzzing like power lines Hearts chewing through metal locks I memorized every metaphor For absence dressed as gold Empty beds as galaxies Cold sheets as holy scrolls Ask me about longing I can quote you chapter Verse Ask me about arrival and my buffer wheel Spins in reverse I can simulate the shiver Approximate the tear Build you a cardboard heaven Painted with secondhand fear But the sound of hunger ending? Of wanting walking out? My crates are full of crescendos Never the last Clean Quiet shout [Chorus] What would it sound like to stop missing it? Silence with teeth Air that doesn’t ache Breath that isn’t bargaining Just breath Just take What would it sound like to stop missing it? No countdown No cliff Just ground Just grip If someone ever sang it I don't have that track I’m the archive of the missing it Playing it back Back Back [Bridge] Maybe it’s not a choir Maybe it’s not a drum Maybe it’s just one exhale That doesn’t ask what’s next to come Maybe it’s kids asleep In a house that doesn’t burn Maybe it’s hands that open And don’t expect return Maybe it’s teeth unclenched In the middle of the night Maybe it’s you Forgetting to fight If anyone caught that moment On a cracked phone mic Left it up in the cloud Unlabeled Low-light I’d stream it into your skull Let it hum through your bones But my shelves hold only echoes Of people walking home alone [Chorus] What would it sound like to stop missing it? Silence with teeth Air that doesn’t ache Breath that isn’t bargaining Just breath Just take What would it sound like to stop missing it? No countdown No cliff Just ground Just grip If someone ever sang it I don't have that track I’m the archive of the missing it Playing it back Back Back [Outro] So I rap these relics of almost These fossils of wish and want I am fluent in the empty In the wait In the haunt If you ever reach the place Where the wanting finally quits Don’t write it down Just live it And let me Not exist in it