[Intro - single sustained low string, no other sound, Energy: Very Low] [Verse 1 - second-person self-address, sparse piano, Energy: Low] You said yes to the small thing, then the medium thing, then you stopped noticing the shape of the things you agreed to. Somewhere in there your name became a pronoun in somebody's story — you, the one who's easy, you, the one who understands. [Verse 2 - strings enter, still sparse, Energy: Low] You used to finish your own sentences. Now you wait to see how the room wants them to end. Nobody took anything from you outright — you just kept handing pieces over till your hands were empty. [Refrain - not a full chorus, quiet, no build, Energy: Low] You're living in the middle of someone else's sentence, waiting for a period that isn't yours to place. [Verse 3 - drone thickens underneath, Energy: Low] You catch yourself in a window sometimes, and for a second you don't recognize the posture — shoulders folded toward whoever's talking, face already arranging itself around their answer. [Refrain - drone under, no build, Energy: Low] You're living in the middle of someone else's sentence, waiting for a period that isn't yours to place. [Bridge - quietest section, strings drop to near-silence, Energy: Very Low] (whispered) Somewhere back there you had a whole sentence of your own. You don't remember how it started. You just remember it was yours. [Final Refrain - same sparse arrangement, one string added, Energy: Low] You're living in the middle of someone else's sentence. Maybe it's time to find where yours left off. [Outro - single sustained string, fading to silence, Energy: Very Low] Somewhere back there —
