[Intro – clean electric guitar, warm melodic bass, restrained drums] [Verse 1 – intimate melodic female vocal] I made coffee this morning, stood there half awake, Watched the rain against the window, thought about being late. Fed myself something terrible, couldn't find my keys, Left the house complaining about the fucking freezing breeze. Got halfway down the road before it hit me strange— I hadn't thought about you. Not once. Not all day. [Pre-Chorus – gentle build] There was a time you lived behind everything I did, Every song, every street, every stupid little thing. Now Tuesday came and went without bringing you along. I should call that getting better. So why does it feel so wrong? [Chorus – bittersweet melodic punk vocal] I don't miss you every day anymore. Sometimes I make it all the way to my door. Sometimes I laugh and don't wish you were there. Sometimes I realise— I forgot to care. And I know that's good. I know that's how this works. But losing you was one thing— [Female vocal – strained] forgetting fucking hurts. [Instrumental – warm distorted guitar enters] [Verse 2 – fuller melodic vocal] I used to know exactly how your voice would say my name, Could hear the smallest difference when you were tired or afraid. Now sometimes when I picture you, the edges don't sit right. Can't remember which old jacket you wore that final night. I still know your coffee. Still know songs you couldn't stand. Still remember how you'd trace little circles on my hand. But details disappear so quietly I never see them leave. How the fuck am I supposed to mourn a missing memory? [Pre-Chorus – drums building] I thought moving on would feel like putting something down. Like waking up one morning and finally turning around. Nobody fucking warned me it happens piece by piece— That getting better means there'll be less of you in me. [Chorus – bigger, rougher] I don't miss you every day anymore. I don't look for your shoes beside the door. I don't reach for my phone every time something happens. Sometimes a whole fucking week goes by— and nothing. And I know that's good. I know I'm meant to smile. But I would give anything to miss you like before for a little while. [Instrumental Break – emotional guitar melody, drums gradually intensify] [Bridge – vulnerable sung vocal over sparse instrumentation] I'm scared one day I'll hear your name and nothing in me will fucking change. No sudden ache. No catching breath. No little piece of you still living in my chest. I'm scared I'll lose the sound of your laugh. The stupid jokes. The way you danced badly. I'm scared that healing is just another goodbye that takes so fucking long you don't notice it happening. [Band gradually surges] [Final Verse – increasingly raw female vocal] So tonight I'm trying to remember everything. Every useless detail I swore I'd always keep. The words you used. The face you made. The way you held a cup. And every time I almost find you— something else is missing. [Shout-sung] I DON'T WANT THE PAIN BACK! I DON'T WANT THOSE DAYS! I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP WITH YOUR GHOST IN EVERYTHING! BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOSE YOU WITHOUT LOSING YOU AGAIN! [Band explodes into final chorus] [Final Chorus – huge raw emotional punk vocal] I DON'T MISS YOU EVERY DAY ANYMORE! AND I FUCKING HATE THAT I CAN SAY THAT FOR SURE! I'M GETTING BETTER! I'M MOVING ON! I'M DOING EVERYTHING THEY SAID I FUCKING SHOULD! AND MAYBE ONE DAY THIS WON'T HURT AT ALL— [Voice cracking into shout] BUT I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT THAT DAY TO COME! I don't miss you every day. Not anymore. [Instrumentation begins falling away] And somehow that's the closest I've come to losing you for good. [Outro – clean electric guitar, soft melodic bass]
