Lyric

Pier at midnight. Water reflecting nothing

I sit. Line in the water

No creatures here tonight. Just quiet

I came to catch something

I'm catching my own breath instead

Hook in the water, patient

Me on the dock, waiting

Same thing, I guess

The moon moves. The water moves

I don't

Something tugs

I pull

Small. Bright. Unfamiliar

I log it. I release it

Catch and release is just another word for

Learning what to keep and what to let move on

The line goes back in

Water's still. Mind's still

Fishing's the same—

Waiting for the weight

Dawn breaks. I haven't moved

I've caught four things

I remember none of their names

I remember the cold on my shoulders

I remember thinking about nothing

For the first time in months

That's the real catch

Line reels in empty

Water swallows the dawn