[Verse 1] I counted on a scaffold made of “fine,” leaned on it like summer on a line. Hairline cracks like lullabies in grief, sang me down to sleep between the beams. Everything I carried learned to fall, spelled my name in shards along the hall. I pressed my ear to splinters in the track— they whispered maps of how to make it back. [Pre-Chorus] If I break, don’t call it lack— call it lesson finding slack. [Chorus] I learn the way back every time I go to pieces, gold in the seams where the ache releases. I learn the way back, tile by tile, breath by breath, mend the music, meet what’s left. I learn the way back… (and I’m not less for it) [Post-Chorus Chop] learn the way back—learn the way back… [Verse 2] A mirror with a snowfall down the middle, my face in puzzles, soft as fiddle. I try to count the selves I’ve been, each one holding up my chin. The toy-piano laughs at my design, “fail again, but fail aligned.” I tape-rewind the moment of the snap— hear the crack become a clap. [Pre-Chorus] If I fall, then let me learn— fold the bruise into a turn. [Chorus] I learn the way back every time I go to pieces, gold in the seams where the ache releases. I learn the way back, tile by tile, breath by breath, mend the music, meet what’s left. I learn the way back… [Bridge] (glitch stutters → lullaby) Count to eight—unspool the thread, name the fear and feed it bread. Call the friend who knows your cracks, let their voice become your tracks. Promise nothing but the try— walk the hallway, slow and wide. [Drop / Instrumental Mend] (broken loop straightens; guitar harmonics “stitch” a rising pattern; round bass hugs root) [Chorus – Lift] I learn the way back every time I go to pieces, gold in the seams where the ache releases. I learn the way back, tile by tile, breath by breath, mend the music, meet what’s left. I learn the way back— and when I do, I carry maps for you. [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] learn the way back—learn the way back— (hush “ooh” pad) [Outro] If I’m scattered, I’m still whole— just rearranged to fit the soul. Listen close: the cracks all track— (reverse swell…) I’ve learned the way back.
