[instrumental] [singer B] "if you wrote it down, looked back later, does it still feel the same? and did they feel it too?" Same Tuesday, same question in my chest, I keep poking the bruise, trying to find what it meant. Did I lose my footing, or did you choose the door? Now it’s just this room that keeps asking for more. [singer B] That spare key on the hook still catches my eye, I leave the hall lamp on till the morning gets by. Like a note on the counter you never got to read, I keep your name close where the daylight can see. [singer B] I’m sick of this line. You said it, then you left me with it. I’ve turned it every way I can, and it still comes back empty. [singer B] Did your words mean what mine meant to me? When you said my name, were you already free? This quiet place keeps talking after you’re gone, [singer B] I’m sick of this line. You said it, then you left me with it. I’ve turned it every way I can, and it still comes back empty. [Outro] So I let the paper sit there with the corners curled up and the ink gone soft in the heat. If you ever come back to it, I hope it says less than the version I kept in me. [End]
