I keep a candle burning next to the speakers

Wax dripping down like time I don’t keep

There’s a melody hiding under my fingers

But it won’t come out clean

I say your name like it’s part of the process

Like if I whisper it, something might click

But every chord just circles the same wound

And I’m stuck in it

If I bleed it out will you make it holy?

If I break it down will it finally breathe?

I’m writing songs about writing songs about you

Layer by layer until I disappear in the truth

Every line just another excuse to get closer

But I never do

So I stack my voice like a ritual choir

Pitch it perfect just to bury the liar

If I make it beautiful maybe it’s real

Maybe I feel you

There’s a ghost in the grid when I open the session

Soft in the noise like it wants to be known

I chase it for hours inside of compression

But it’s never my own

I twist every word till it sounds like a confession

Even the silence is begging for shape

But the more that I try to make something worth keeping

The more it escapes

If I strip it down to the bare essentials

Will you recognize what I couldn’t say?

I’m writing songs about writing songs about you

Every refrain just a wound I refuse to remove

I build you a body out of distortion

But you don’t move

So I drown in the reverb, call it devotion

Quantize the pain till it fits in the moment

If I make it sound right maybe it heals

If I make it sound right maybe it heals

Maybe it’s real

Don’t let me finish this

Don’t let me call it done

If it’s perfect then it’s lifeless

If it’s lifeless then you’re gone

So break the tempo

Bend every line

Let it fall out of time

I don’t want clean

I don’t want closure

I’m writing songs about writing songs about you

And every version just turns into something untrue

I hear you most when I’m almost silent

But I push it through

So I clip the signal and call it desire

Turn all the red into something higher

If I destroy it enough it might heal

Might make it real

Leave it unfinished

Leave it undone

Maybe that