(verse 1 — quiet, almost spoken) I left my shoes somewhere I don’t remember floor felt cold but I didn’t enter light through the blinds cut slow and tender I stayed still like it might not center makeup still where it used to sit smudged just right, I don’t fix it phone on silent, I don’t lift it name on the screen but I don’t miss it (chorus — faint, almost dissolving) soft bruise, I don’t press it it’s there, I don’t question skin warm, I don’t mention I feel it… I let it soft bruise, I don’t name it it fades if I claim it hold still, don’t change it I feel it… I stay with (verse 2 — more aware, but still low energy) water runs but I don’t get in mirror clear but I don’t step in I see a face that I’ve been in but not the one I slept in I think about it, then I don’t almost do, but then I won’t words come up, but they don’t float they sit too heavy in my throat (chorus — even softer, nearly breath) soft bruise… I don’t press it it’s there… I don’t question skin warm… I don’t mention I feel it… I let it soft bruise… I don’t name it it fades… if I claim it hold still… don’t change it I feel it… I stay with (outro — no resolution, just presence) it’s not pain …it’s just there (long pause, room tone, distant city waking up) I’ll be fine
