Say It Again

[Verse 1 - close, conversational vocal over muted piano and deep bass]

You say that color looks good on me.
I ask what you are trying to prove.
You laugh and say, “Nothing, I just mean it.”
I say, “Then maybe change your view.”

I pull my hair across my face,
Pretend my phone deserves my eyes,
Like I will not hear your voice again
The second I get home tonight.

[Pre-Chorus - percussion narrows, low cello enters]

I can turn a compliment
Into every reason it is not true.

But I keep every word you give me
Like I do not know what else to do.

[Chorus - teasing melodic hook driven by bass and cello]

I’ll tell you not to say it
While I’m waiting for you to say it again.

I’ll look anywhere but at you,
Then replay every word inside my head.

Tell me I’m beautiful.
Let me disagree.

Say it one more time
Until it sounds like me.

I’ll hide my smile.
You’ll catch it anyway.

I’ll say, “That’s enough,”
Then wait for you
To say it again.

[Verse 2 - slightly sharper rhythm, playful but vulnerable]

You say you like the way I laugh.
I tell you it is far too loud.

You say you notice when I’m gone.
I find a reason to leave the crowd.

I save the messages you send me,
The ones I never answer right,
Then read them when my own reflection
Has nothing generous to say that night.

You call me talented.
I send a joke.

You call me unforgettable.
I nearly choke.

I know exactly how to doubt you.

I never learned
How to let it show.

[Second Chorus - warmer harmony, still restrained]

I’ll tell you not to say it
While I’m hoping you will say it again.

I’ll accuse you of exaggerating,
Then memorize the way you said it.

Tell me I’m worth knowing.
Let me disagree.

Say it without laughing
Until it sounds like me.

I’ll cover my face.
You’ll notice anyway.

I may not believe you yet.

But I like
The way you say it.

[No Punchline - drums pull back, natural lead over piano and cello]

I keep waiting for the punchline.

You keep meaning what you mean.

You do not say it like persuasion
Or a favor I should need.

You say it when my hair is tangled,
When I’m tired, unsure, unprepared.

When there is nothing polished left
To make me easier to praise.

Like beauty is not something
I have to manufacture first.

Like being loved is not a contest
I can lose by looking worse.

That is what makes me nervous.

That is what makes me want it more.

You make kindness sound so ordinary.

I have never heard it
Like that before.

[Final Chorus - emotionally open, stronger delivery without an oversized lift]

I’ll still tell you not to say it,
But not as quickly as I did before.

I’ll still look anywhere but at you,
But I will not disappear out the door.

Tell me I’m beautiful.
I’ll try not to disagree.

Say it one more time
Until I hear what you can see.

I’ll hide my smile.
You’ll catch it anyway.

When I whisper, “That’s enough,”
Know I’m asking you
To say it again.

Tell me I’m worth it.
Tell me you are sure.

Tell me every gentle thing
I still do not know how to absorb.

Say it slowly.
Say it plain.

I may never hear it like you do.

But say it again.

[Outro - muted piano, one low bass pulse]

You ask if you should stop.

I say, “Probably.”

You smile.

This time,
I do not look away.

Say it again.

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[Verse 1 - close, conversational vocal over muted piano and deep bass] You say that color looks good on me. I ask what you are trying to prove. You laugh and say, “Nothing, I just mean it.” I say, “Then maybe change your view.” I pull my hair across my face, Pretend my phone deserves my eyes, Like I will not hear your voice again The second I get home tonight. [Pre-Chorus - percussion narrows, low cello enters] I can turn a compliment Into every reason it is not true. But I keep every word you give me Like I do not know what else to do. [Chorus - teasing melodic hook driven by bass and cello] I’ll tell you not to say it While I’m waiting for you to say it again. I’ll look anywhere but at you, Then replay every word inside my head. Tell me I’m beautiful. Let me disagree. Say it one more time Until it sounds like me. I’ll hide my smile. You’ll catch it anyway. I’ll say, “That’s enough,” Then wait for you To say it again. [Verse 2 - slightly sharper rhythm, playful but vulnerable] You say you like the way I laugh. I tell you it is far too loud. You say you notice when I’m gone. I find a reason to leave the crowd. I save the messages you send me, The ones I never answer right, Then read them when my own reflection Has nothing generous to say that night. You call me talented. I send a joke. You call me unforgettable. I nearly choke. I know exactly how to doubt you. I never learned How to let it show. [Second Chorus - warmer harmony, still restrained] I’ll tell you not to say it While I’m hoping you will say it again. I’ll accuse you of exaggerating, Then memorize the way you said it. Tell me I’m worth knowing. Let me disagree. Say it without laughing Until it sounds like me. I’ll cover my face. You’ll notice anyway. I may not believe you yet. But I like The way you say it. [No Punchline - drums pull back, natural lead over piano and cello] I keep waiting for the punchline. You keep meaning what you mean. You do not say it like persuasion Or a favor I should need. You say it when my hair is tangled, When I’m tired, unsure, unprepared. When there is nothing polished left To make me easier to praise. Like beauty is not something I have to manufacture first. Like being loved is not a contest I can lose by looking worse. That is what makes me nervous. That is what makes me want it more. You make kindness sound so ordinary. I have never heard it Like that before. [Final Chorus - emotionally open, stronger delivery without an oversized lift] I’ll still tell you not to say it, But not as quickly as I did before. I’ll still look anywhere but at you, But I will not disappear out the door. Tell me I’m beautiful. I’ll try not to disagree. Say it one more time Until I hear what you can see. I’ll hide my smile. You’ll catch it anyway. When I whisper, “That’s enough,” Know I’m asking you To say it again. Tell me I’m worth it. Tell me you are sure. Tell me every gentle thing I still do not know how to absorb. Say it slowly. Say it plain. I may never hear it like you do. But say it again. [Outro - muted piano, one low bass pulse] You ask if you should stop. I say, “Probably.” You smile. This time, I do not look away. Say it again.

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