Believing in Divine Comfort (0.94x)

three a.m. and the coffee's cold like the tears i never let fall until now, baby, until now been carrying this weight this blue note sadness like a bass line that won't quit thrumming through my chest keeping time with a broken heart but somewhere in the static of this late-night radio station i hear it—a whisper, a promise that God sees these salt-water prayers these midnight confessions to an empty diner booth he matters, this cosmic cat this divine daddy-o and somehow, impossibly i matter to him too mourning becomes morning when you realize someone's listening someone's got the power to turn your blue notes into something beautiful comfort comes like dawn slow and sure painting the world in colors you forgot existed