[Verse 1] Found your letters in a shoebox Duct-taped corners Ink bled out Into the cardboard grain Names we gave to futures That never learned to breathe Maps we drew on napkins For countries that don’t exist You were standing in the doorway Of a house that’s been torn down Memory poured concrete Over everything that moved I’ve been walking old routines Like a ghost clocking in Sweeping rooms of yesterday Till the dust writes my name [Chorus] I’ve been building altars to the past Lighting matches just to choke on the smoke Praying to a version of myself Who never learned to crack Only to fold But these hands Aren’t made for holding shadows close So I open up my fingers Let you fall Like paper boats On the flood On the flood Let you go Like paper boats On the flood [Verse 2] Every street I cross remembers us Or maybe that’s just me Projecting faded home movies On the side of every tree You said “We are not our stories” But I carved mine into stone Then wondered why my shoulders Always felt like broken roads I’ve mistaken scars for compass points Followed them in circles Gathered reasons like religion To stay loyal to my hurt It’s easier to orbit The gravity of what went wrong Than to risk the quiet question: “What if I am something more?” [Chorus] I’ve been building altars to the past Lighting matches just to choke on the smoke Praying to a version of myself Who never learned to crack Only to fold But these hands Aren’t made for holding shadows close So I open up my fingers Let you fall Like paper boats On the flood On the flood Let you go Like paper boats On the flood [Bridge] [Beat drops to piano and voice] Who am I When I’m not rehearsing Every scene where I was left Every line where I was wrong? Who am I If I stop defending A history that doesn’t even Remember my defense? Maybe grief is just Love wearing yesterday’s clothes Maybe mercy is the courage To donate what no longer fits I step outside the doorway Of a house that never stood Feel the rain erase the chalk Where I’d outlined where we’d live [Chorus] I’ve been building altars to the past Lighting matches just to choke on the smoke Praying to a version of myself Who never learned to crack Only to fold But these hands Weren’t built to cradle stones and ghosts So I open up my fingers Watch you drift A paper boat On the flood On the flood Not a failure Not a curse Just a life I’ve finally Outgrown [Outro] [Instruments thin Close vocal] I step into the quiet No script No echo Just my breath Not erasing where I’ve come from Just unclenching From the rest
