Lyric

Sunday twisted light

Small ache breathing through the floor

Edges touch then slip

Time moves past me without my name

Monday heavy mute

A morning that won’t speak

The corner of the world

Turns a quiet grey

Still something in me

Keeps a faint desire to move

A tiny glow trembling near my hand

I reach, it drifts

Yet its warmth lifts me softly

Scattered heartbeats

You gather them slowly

You make a place

Where I can breathe again

Friday loosens the shadows

Light runs gently into my chest

Saturday the pain

Turns into something warm and thin

With you

I feel like I can live

Tuesday blurred daylight

My thoughts drifting somewhere far

Each step softens my spine

The edges of the world loosen and sway

Wednesday slight numb spark

A quiet moment

Where fear grows lighter

I haven't given up on my own shape

Even on narrow paths

I keep moving

At the rim of the noise

A light brushes me

Whispering you’re still okay

A hand resting on my chest

Scattered heartbeats

You gather them slowly

You make a place

Where I can breathe again

Friday loosens the shadows

Light runs gently into my chest

Saturday the pain

Turns into something warm and thin

With you

I feel like I can live

Life’s sharp corners cut too deep

On lonely days

Your quiet warmth softens the wound

Melting it slow and sure