[Intro - close melodic lead] I want to love the world again. Not everything. Enough to leave the room. [Verse 1] Tired of carrying hate like a bag full of groceries, Hands cut deep and the food ain't even for me. Middle finger out the window before I know the story, Been getting ready for a fight nobody brought me. Miss bonds, miss closeness, miss an easy conversation, Miss hearing somebody laugh without checking what they meant. I can name what's wrong till it fills the whole apartment; Doesn't leave a lot of room to live inside of it. Want to take a walk and just get back from a walk, Not bring a whole trial home from somebody's look. I'm allowed to want some ordinary daylight, Leave a little open even if it takes time. [Hook - heartfelt melody] I want to love the world again. Let a little good get in. I don't need to call it perfect To want to be here in it. I want to love the world again. Have a conversation that doesn't end With me rehearsing what I should've said. Let a little good get in. [Verse 2] Somebody helping somebody with a bag, Two people laughing at a joke that went bad. Kid can't tie a lace, grown man kneels down; Whole world happening below the loudest sound. I ain't asking anybody to forget what's broken, I got my own part in things I wish I hadn't spoken. Want to tell my daughter making something matters, Even when the room don't clap right after. All these pages, all these impossible pictures, Funny little words trying to carry something bigger. If you stayed this long, come sit for a minute; There's no trick at the end. I just want you in it. [Hook] I want to love the world again. Let a little good get in. I don't need to call it perfect To want to be here in it. I want to love the world again. Have a conversation that doesn't end With me rehearsing what I should've said. Let a little good get in. [Bridge - nearly a cappella] Whole life on the table. Nothing left to prove. All in used to mean I had everything to lose. Maybe it can mean I brought all of me with me. Even the part that laughs. Even the part still missing. [Final Hook - layered own voice, warm resolution] I want to love the world again. Let a little good get in. I don't need to call it perfect To want to be here in it. All in, still here. Whole damn world, I can hear it. If you found your seat, you can sing along. Wrong room turned into the right song. [Outro - dry close voice] Put the kettle on. Leave that chair. I'm coming. [End]
