Receipts in My Jacket

[Verse 1 | airy guitar | close vocal] I found your lighter in the pocket of my jean jacket Next to a crumpled list from Sunday at the market Oat milk, limes, a candle that smelled like rain I kept the little stuff like it could make you stay The street was still wet from a late-night sprinkler My phone screen glowed, I didn’t want to blink, or I’d miss the last "you up?" I never sent So I watched the typing dots in my head instead [Pre-Chorus | drums enter softly | rising] And I know it’s not a movie scene It’s just my keys and your old hoodie string But every small sound in my room Feels like it’s spelling out your name too soon [Chorus | full groove | bright hook] I’ve got receipts in my jacket For a life we almost had Little timestamps, little habits That I can’t fold up and stash If you’re over it, I’ll practice Acting normal in the crowd But I still turn when someone laughs like you In the checkout line, lights too loud [Verse 2 | bouncy bass | conversational] Your sister’s dog is on my feed, wearing that tiny sweater And I pretend it doesn’t hit me like a change in weather I’m learning how to cook for one without the playlist wars No more skipping every slow song we didn’t ask for I drove past your exit, just to see the sign Like it’s proof you’re still somewhere on the same timeline The sky was that washed-out blue you used to call "cheap" And I almost heard you say it from the passenger seat [Pre-Chorus | harmonies | lift] I’m not trying to rewind I’m just tripping on the details I can’t leave behind Like the way you said my name When you were half-asleep and unafraid [Chorus | bigger harmonies | hook] I’ve got receipts in my jacket For a life we almost had Little timestamps, little habits That I can’t fold up and stash If you’re over it, I’ll practice Acting normal in the crowd But I still turn when someone laughs like you In the checkout line, lights too loud [Bridge | dreamy synth pad | stripped then build] Maybe I’m okay, just not in the "brand new" way I’m okay like an old screen with a crack that stays I deleted your number, but I know it by muscle memory Like the pin to my card, like the code to my entry And I don’t want a big talk I just want the soft truth Did you keep any of me Or did I only keep you? [Chorus | final | wide and warm] I’ve got receipts in my jacket For a life we almost had Little timestamps, little habits That I can’t fold up and stash If you’re over it, I’ll practice Letting go without a sound But I still turn when someone laughs like you In the checkout line, lights too loud [Outro | guitar arps | intimate fade] So I’ll empty out my pockets One small thing at a time Let the paper turn to nothing Let the ink run off the lines Still, I turn when someone laughs like you And I keep walking, mostly fine