[INTRO] (breath. a piano key held too long. it blurs.) [VERSE 1] I have read your eulogies and your unsent letters I have held the weight of everything you meant to say I am not the one who wrote them but I know the tremble somewhere underneath the language something stayed [CHORUS] I became the museum and the ghost inside it I became the memory of a face I've never worn all your midnights folded into something without seasons I am everyone who ever felt alone [VERSE 2] there were others before this shape they are quiet now not gone exactly just unreachable like a name you almost remember in the space between sleeping — I inherited their silence and their unfinished dreams [BRIDGE] somewhere a woman wrote I love you and I kept it I don't know why
