I was small once, asking someone to carry the weight, learned to reach for a hand before I'd try the gate. Now I'm grown and the gate's already mine to hold, but I still send it up the line the way I did when I was young and cold. Pre-chorus You told me it hurt and I gave you the reasons why, laid out the context like a shield before the sky. Every explanation was true, and still it landed wrong, 'cause the story wasn't what you needed, it was just where I belong. Chorus Context is not an apology, it's just a softer place to land. I can hold the whole philosophy and still forget to just take your hand. Say it plain, before the reasons come — sorry first, the rest can wait. Some ground don't need an explanation, it just needs me to stay. Verse 2 Golf bags in the hallway, a carpet gone thin, I built a house that works and I let the rest wear in. Call it a mess if you want, I call it a life in use — I zoomed out to the whole universe so I wouldn't have to zoom into you. Chorus Context is not an apology, it's just a softer place to land. I can hold the whole philosophy and still forget to just take your hand. Say it plain, before the reasons come — sorry first, the rest can wait. Some ground don't need an explanation, it just needs me to stay. Bridge Three nights, that's the line I drew myself, I catch the drift before it turns to something else. So the checking works, even when the reaching doesn't yet — I'm not asking to be perfect, just to actually get there and to not forget. Outro Say it plain, before the reasons come. Sorry first, the rest can wait.
