[Verse 1] Back home we blast it, windows down, no shame Forty-five days of lights and noise and family Here I learned to turn it down a notch Told myself it wasn't losing anything [Spoken, Brief] "Yo hice lo mismo. A veces hay que hacerte más pequeño para sobrevivir." [Narrator] Just a trickle, first — the music down, the walk more quiet Nobody told me where the current led [Chorus] Un poquito, un poquito, that's how it starts A drop becomes a river, a river finds a heart Every version I've adjusted Every wave I used to be [Verse 2] Ten years in, I don't recognize the sound of the person I was before I learned to whisper One less string of lights, one shorter season The trickle turned into a flood, and I built a boat instead of a dam " [Spoken] "Yo no sabía que te iba a enseñar a desaparecer también" [Narrator] It's not that anyone made me — that's the part that hurts I did it myself, one small correction at a time [Chorus] Un poquito, un poquito — no, it never stopped A river turned into an ocean, and I lost the plot Half the person I was is gone Half the water's gone from me [Bridge] No la culpo, ella hizo lo que pudo She built a boat so I could build one too " [Spoken] "Ojalá alguien me hubiera dicho que el río también se puede detener" [Narrator] Every adjustment felt small enough to survive At what point does a person stop being a person and just become the water they were trying not to drown in? [Final Chorus] Un poquito, un poquito, still counting the cost Still a trickle somewhere, still asking what got lost Every version I find, I lose another l a wave, still becoming the sea [Outro] Still asking, still asking Un poquito, still askinging
