[Intro — almost spoken, close to the mic] No crowd tonight. Good. I don't think I could say this if anybody stayed. [Verse 1 — quiet, restrained] He had a beautiful place, a car waiting downstairs, never had to count the change, never had to worry where. He could buy me anything, and somehow missed the point. I learned how empty comfort gets when there's no warmth behind the voice. I kept waiting for a feeling, something money couldn't fake. Then one night I looked beside me and there was nothing there to save. [Pre-Chorus — slowly building] So I left. No screaming. No shattered glass. Just one door closing on something that never really started. [Chorus — melodic, emotional] I don't want somebody's money, I don't need a perfect view. I just want somebody looking back like I'm looking back at you. Not your love. Not your life. I would never take what's yours. I just wanna know someday what being chosen feels like. [Verse 2 — intimate again] I know two people who somehow make it real. Not perfect. Not quiet. But neither has to guess what the other feels. And God, I'm happy for them. Maybe that's what hurts the most. Seeing proof that it exists when I'm walking home alone. Sometimes I wanna call. Sometimes I'm halfway there. Then I picture their little world and decide I shouldn't interfere. They've got a home. They've got each other. They don't need me at the door. So I smile when they ask me. "Yeah. I'm good." Like I've done a hundred times before. [Pre-Chorus 2 — voice beginning to crack] Maybe keeping my distance is the kindest thing I know. If I never become a burden, I never have to hear: "Please go." [Chorus — stronger] I don't want what they have. I want something of my own. Someone who knows all my ugly thoughts and still wants to come home. Someone who doesn't love the easy parts and tolerate the rest. Someone who sees all of me and doesn't ask for less. [Bridge — instrumentation strips back] But tonight... There's no one here. Just these lights. This empty room. This stupid microphone... ...and me. [Build — raw, increasingly forceful] Maybe that's enough tonight. Maybe I don't have to hide. Maybe I can say I'm lonely without pretending that I've died. I have people that I love. I know they love me too. I'm just scared that if I need them... I'll become something they have to do. [Climax — rock vocal, controlled scream] I KNOW THEY'D OPEN THE DOOR! THAT'S WHY I NEVER KNOCK! I'D RATHER MISS THEM FROM HERE THAN EVER BECOME TOO MUCH! AND I DON'T NEED TO BE SAVED! I DON'T NEED SOMEONE TONIGHT! I JUST WANT SOMEDAY TO BE SOMEONE'S REASON TO COME HOME! [Final chorus — powerful, then gradually breaking] I don't want what they have. I finally know that's true. I want my own stupid mornings, my own fights to make it through. Someone laughing in my kitchen. Someone reaching for my hand. Someone who could leave tomorrow... ...but doesn't. Because they can. [Outro — instruments fading, almost whispered] Until then... I've got my voice. I've got this room. I've got me. And most nights... that's enough. [long pause] [very softly] Most nights.
