Lyric

Midnight desk, cheap paper dreams

Plastic body, silver gleam

Every word I’m scared to say

You translate my hands away

Pressure light, then pressing hard

Tiny storms inside the guard

Lines appear, honest and thin

Where my voice has never been

I don’t shout, I don’t pretend

I just let the motion bend

All the truth I couldn’t send

You’re the ink that remembers me

When my thoughts are incomplete

Every shake, every scar

You know exactly who we are

No erase, no alibi

Just a line that doesn’t lie

In your trail I finally see

The ink that remembers me

Borrowed hands, passing notes

Silent fires, quiet hopes

Held too tight, or left to roll

Still you carry what I wrote

Corners bent, pockets deep

Secrets folded, words that sleep

Years go by but somehow you

Still sound like the things I knew

No rewind, no second take

Every mark’s a risk I make

You’re the ink that remembers me

When my thoughts are incomplete

Every shake, every scar

You know exactly who we are

No erase, no alibi

Just a line that doesn’t lie

In your trail I finally see

The ink that remembers me

If I run out, if I break

If the page begins to shake

Let the final drop be true

Let it say I followed you

You’re the ink that remembers me

Even when I disagree

When my hand is all I have

You’re the proof that I still am