[Verse 1] I keep two portraits in the kitchen glass, one holds the door, one counts what it can take. You ask me how my day went; I say, “Fine,” while every borrowed hour bends and shakes. [Pre-Chorus] The list is pinned beneath a chipped blue magnet, your name beside the things I meant to do. I want the life that waits beyond the calendar, but every road I dream still runs to you. [Chorus] I’m trying to be kind without disappearing, trying to want more without wanting less of you. One hand holds the people I would never leave, one reaches for the life I haven’t lived through. If happiness is somewhere in this tangle, let it make room for all the love I mean. I’m not one face, not one clean answer— I’m learning how to hold the in-between. [Verse 2] The sink is full, the hallway needs its fixing, your coat is draped across the chair again. I laugh too loud; the guilty one says, “Selfish,” the saint says, “Stay,” and neither says when. [Pre-Chorus] I know the weight of every promise spoken, I know the pull of mornings not yet mine. I can be grateful, tired, fierce, and frightened; those truths can share the same small room tonight. [Chorus] I’m trying to be kind without disappearing, trying to want more without wanting less of you. One hand holds the people I would never leave, one reaches for the life I haven’t lived through. If happiness is somewhere in this tangle, let it make room for all the love I mean. I’m not one face, not one clean answer— I’m learning how to hold the in-between. [Bridge] To everyone I love: I’m still here. To the self I keep postponing: stay near. I can change the shape of what I promised, without turning all this tenderness to fear. [Final Chorus] I’m trying to be kind without disappearing, trying to want more and keep you close too. One hand holds the people I would never leave, one opens up a little room for something new. If happiness is somewhere in this tangle, we’ll make a place where every heart can breathe. I’m not one face, not one clean answer— I’m learning how to live as all of me. [Outro] All of me, still here. All of us, still dear.
