What if I was gone tomorrow —

would you notice the shape I leave?

Would you miss the way my hand fit yours,

the small habits no one else believes?

You don’t feel the weight while it’s easy.

You only learn the weight when the shelf falls.

They always fall apart —

Theres always regret in their calls

Pre

You feel my energy in my touch.

You won’t miss it till it’s gone.

Then you’ll look in the rooms I filled

and find drafts where warmth belonged.

Chorus

Would you even miss me?

Would you even care?

When absence writes the margins,

will you be there?

It’s not a threat, it’s truth —

and the choice is yours to make.

I can leave like the wind,

or stay for both our sakes.

I got one life to live, one small loud heart.

I won’t let slow erosion tear me apart

I can be the breeze that passes through,

or I can dig in and show my love to you

Don’t make me the proof of what you lost.

Don’t wait till the silence becomes our boss

Say you’ll hold on when the music dies,

or tell me now — don’t keep me just cut ties.

Pre (short)

You won’t miss it till it’s gone.

That hush will grow into a hollow home

I’m not begging; I’m asking plain:

choose the life or free us from pain.

Chorus

Would you even miss me?

Would you even care?

When absence writes the margins,

will you be there?

It’s not a threat, it’s truth —

and the choice is yours to make.

I can leave like the wind,

or stay for both our sakes.

Bridge

If you want me, bring your hands —

messy, tired, honest hands.

If you don’t, say it clean and fast

don’t make me poet of your collapse

Final (soft)

What if I was gone tomorrow —

what would you hold then?

A photograph, a half-life,

or the life we could have been?

Chorus (fade)

Would you even miss me?

Would you even care?

When absence writes the margins,

will you be there?

I can leave like the wind

or I can stay —

I want to stay, I want to stay