[Intro — soft, almost whispered] Yeah, yeah… Funny how the room gets loud when you’re alone. I got a lot to say… Just never when it matters. [Chorus — melodic, emotional, catchy] I got things I never said, still awake at 3 AM, Got your voice inside my head, but I don’t know where you been. Everybody says I’m good, I just got too good at it, Smile for a picture, then go home and question it. And I can’t lie, I still look back sometimes, Like I left a piece of me somewhere in another life. If I told you how I felt, would it change a thing? Or would you hear the words and still forget everything? [Verse 1 — conversational melodic rap] I remember being broke with a dream and a phone, Writing down my worst thoughts just to feel less alone. Everybody had advice, nobody asked what was wrong, So I turned all of that silence into something like a song. I got friends I haven’t talked to, got some bridges I burned, Got a couple lessons that I probably had to learn. I was waiting on a moment, now the moments all passed, Funny how you want forever when you know it won’t last. And I hate that I remember every little detail, The late-night conversations, how your voice would derail Every thought I had of leaving, every plan I had made, Now I’m driving with the music up to cover what I can’t say. I don’t blame you for the distance, I got distant myself, Put my pride on the table, couldn’t ask for your help. Now I’m learning that the truth doesn’t always sound clean, Sometimes growing up means facing who you used to be. [Pre-Chorus — beat drops back, vocal exposed] And maybe I’m not who I was, Maybe that’s just how it goes. I keep searching for a reason In the places I outgrow. If tomorrow comes around, I don’t wanna live the same. I’ve been talking to the ceiling, Trying to make sense of my name. [Chorus — fuller drums, layered harmonies] I got things I never said, still awake at 3 AM, Got your voice inside my head, but I don’t know where you been. Everybody says I’m good, I just got too good at it, Smile for a picture, then go home and question it. And I can’t lie, I still look back sometimes, Like I left a piece of me somewhere in another life. If I told you how I felt, would it change a thing? Or would you hear the words and still forget everything? [Verse 2 — faster flow, more rhythmic and urgent] Look, I been running through my thoughts like a red light, Too much on my mind, trying to get my head right. Everybody wants the old me, that’s the best part, They don’t know the old me barely knew his own heart. I got plans in a notebook, songs on a hard drive, Things I never showed the world sitting on the dark side. I was scared they’d hear the truth and say it wasn’t enough, So I made a thousand versions of a man who was tough. But the act gets tiring, and the nights get long, And the words hit different when you know they’re your own. I don’t need another promise that we’re never gonna change, I just need a little honesty without somebody to blame. Maybe all my bad decisions made a map to this place, Maybe every closed door gave me room and some space. I ain’t saying that I’m healed, I got miles left to go, But I’m finally letting go of what I can’t control. [Bridge — stripped guitar, vulnerable vocal] If you hear this when I’m older, I hope I hear myself. I hope I stopped comparing My whole life to somebody else. I hope I called the people I kept meaning to call. I hope I learned that being human Doesn’t mean I’m gonna fall. And if the past comes knocking, I won’t pretend it wasn’t there. I’ll just tell it, “You can stay a memory, But you don’t live here.” [Final Chorus — biggest melody, harmonies and ad-libs] I got things I never said, but I’m saying them tonight, All the words I kept inside underneath the flashing lights. Everybody says I’m good, maybe someday I’ll believe, That the person I’m becoming is the person I can be. And I can’t lie, yeah, I still look back sometimes, But I’m done giving yesterday the rest of all my life. If I tell you how I felt, it won’t change everything, But at least these are my words, and at least they’re really me. [Outro — beat fades, distant guitar] Yeah… At least they’re really me. All those things I never said… Guess I finally let ’em breathe.
