Lyric

I check my pockets

Like a small ritual

Nothing there

Only air

Some things don’t come back

Even when you call their names

I’ve been given so much

But my hands feel the same

A quiet list in my head

Of what I should still have

Maybe living is learning

How to let go and laugh

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Not the thing that keeps you whole

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Hold the quiet, hold the soul

Don’t let go

I walk through old days

Like a library at night

So many borrowed moments

So little I can keep in sight

There’s a limit to carrying

A limit to “more”

So choose what you protect

And close the door

Yeah—

Lost and it stays lost, no map for the missing

I got gifts, got time, but it slips with the wishing

Maybe life is subtraction, the slow math of years

What you hold in your palms turns to salt, turns to tears

We can’t stock every memory, can’t pack every phase

So I cut down the noise, keep the fire in the haze

If it’s real, if it’s yours, don’t trade it for gold

Keep the one thing that warms you when the world gets cold

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Not the thing that keeps you whole

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Don’t let go

Hold the quiet, hold the soul

Don’t let go

If it won’t be found

Let it fade like snow

Just… please

Don’t let go