[Verse 1] There’s a stack of books on the floor by the bed, All half-read stories with nothing said. The coffee’s cold, but I take a sip, Trying to find meaning in the bitter drip. I play the same chord, it hums too flat, It feels like a question I can’t take back. The answers don’t land, they just hang in the air, Like I’m searching for something that isn’t there. [Chorus] And it feels like I’m closer to the keys, But the melody still won’t come to me. I press down soft, I press down hard, But the notes stay stuck in the back of my heart. [Verse 2] The mirror’s tilted, it catches my face, A crooked reflection I can’t replace. I tell myself it’s all part of the plan, But who draws a map without any land? I write down lines I won’t ever sing, Fold them away like paper wings. They’ll never fly, but they’ll always wait, Holding the shape of what I can’t create. [Chorus] And it feels like I’m closer to the keys, But the melody still won’t come to me. I press down soft, I press down hard, But the notes stay stuck in the back of my heart. [Bridge] There’s a story in the silence, a song in the pause, A rhythm that hides in all my flaws. I play for the ghosts of the things I’ve tried, For the moments that lived, but never survived. The piano groans like it knows the truth, That every broken chord is tied to my youth. I play for a version of me I’ve missed, For the life I’ve lived in the notes I’ve skipped. [Chorus] And it feels like I’m closer to the keys, But the melody still won’t come to me. I press down soft, I press down hard, But the notes stay stuck in the back of my heart. [Outro] The room goes quiet, the sound drifts slow, A fleeting moment I’ll never know. I leave the keys, but they stay with me, A song unfinished, still aching to be.