Verse 1 A drawer full of keys to a house I outgrew, Polaroids curling where the corners knew. Name tags peeling, colors gone mute, I try them on quiet, keep only the truth. Some letters cut, some letters heal, I tape what fits to the steering wheel. Pre-Chorus If it stings less, I’ll let it stay, If it lies clean, I send it away. No trophy shelf, no victim crown— I’m lighter walking out of town. Chorus Tag says “yours,” I try it on— If it hurts less, it’s found. What I can’t carry, I set down— If it hurts less, it’s found. I’m not missing; I’m refined— If it hurts less, it’s found. Verse 2 A drawer full of promises, knotted like string, I follow the soft ones back to a ring. Old shoes remember the shape of my doubt, I thank them and leave them and turn the route. A mirror says “maybe,” my pulse says “now,” I pin that word to my jacket’s brow. Pre-Chorus If it stings less, I’ll let it stay… Chorus Tag says “yours,” I try it on… Bridge Not every loss is a wound to mend, Some are doors that learned to end. I count what holds when the weather’s loud— That’s what I’m keeping, that’s allowed. Final Chorus Tag says “yours,” I try it on… If it hurts less, it’s found. Tag Receipt reads “lightness.” No returns.
