[Verse 1 | acoustic guitar fingerpick | soft brushed drums enter bar 4 | intimate vocal] Your jacket's still hung by the door I keep meaning to move it, I don't anymore There's a coffee ring stain on the windowsill From a Sunday in March when everything felt still [Pre-Chorus | bass fills in | synth pad swells gently] I don't know what to call this now Not broken, not fine Just somewhere in between the lines [Chorus | full band | layered harmonies | mix opens up] I'm living in the leftover light The kind that stays an hour after right I'm not chasing you, I'm just standing here Watching the room get used to the quiet Used to the quiet [Verse 2 | back to sparse | single vocal] I rearranged the books on the shelf Put the ones you liked somewhere else Bought new tea, a different brand Small rebellions only I understand [Pre-Chorus | bass fills in | synth pad swells gently] I don't know what to call this now Not lost, not free Just learning what I need [Chorus | full band | layered harmonies | mix opens up] I'm living in the leftover light The kind that stays an hour after right I'm not chasing you, I'm just standing here Watching the room get used to the quiet Used to the quiet [Bridge | stripped back | electric guitar single notes | vulnerable vocal | no drums] Maybe this is just what healing sounds like A little hollow, a little wide Nothing burning, nothing breaking Just the ordinary ache of time [Chorus | full band returns | slightly bigger than before | harmonies stack higher] I'm living in the leftover light The kind that stays an hour after right I'm not chasing you, I'm just standing here Watching the room get used to the quiet [Outro | tempo slows slightly | synth pad only | vocal fades softly] Used to the quiet Used to the quiet Yeah, I'm getting used to the quiet
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