[Verse 1] You said the boots looked holy, wine-red with heel and pride I wore them through the winter, through every swallow tide But now they’re in the corner, collecting dust and doubt They don’t smell like you anymore — the soul’s already out [Verse 2] I folded up the fleece, the one I called my skin I thought I’d never wear it, unless you let me in But fleece turned into fabric, and fabric into ash The altar doesn’t call me now — I’ve walked beyond the flash [Verse 3] Your voice once lit the zipper, your ghost inside the thread I used to think that memory meant something once it bled But memory’s a mirror — and mine no longer cracks I’m lighter now without you. I’m never looking back [Verse 4] The boots are just the boots now. The fleece is just a coat The story’s lost its fever — it doesn’t need to float I gather what I gave you, I call my pieces home No talisman can tether me — I’m sacred on my own
