[Intro] [Instrumental] pizzicato strings only, lonely and precise [Verse 1] [Male Vocal, soft, intimate] Coffee gone cold on the windowsill I tell my mother that I'm doing well Leave the light on so the hallway pretends Wave to the neighbor like I still live here [Pre-Chorus] [building, quiet] They ask how I'm holding I give them the line The one that I practiced A hundred times [Chorus] [Male humming, close-mic, tender] Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... mm-hmm... Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... I'm... mm... [Verse 2] [Male Vocal, soft, intimate] Phone on the table, it doesn't ring twice I laugh at the jokes I don't recognize Fold the same shirt that I wore yesterday Smile in the mirror and look the other way [Pre-Chorus] [building, quiet] They ask how I'm holding I give them the line The one that I practiced A hundred times [Chorus] [Male humming, close-mic, tender] Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... mm-hmm... Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... I'm... mm... [Bridge] [whispered, almost spoken] If I say it out loud it might break If I keep it inside it still aches So I close my mouth And I let the strings talk [Final Chorus] [Male humming, close-mic, slightly fuller] Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... mm-hmm... Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-hmm... Mmm... I'm... (I'm ok) mm... [Outro] [Male humming, fading] Hmm-mm... pizzicato fading into the room
