Verse 1

You leave your mug beside the sink

A little crescent in the tea

I read the note you didn’t ink

And keep the quiet company

The curtains move, the room turns gold

Your sweater hangs behind the chair

I’m learning not to hold too close

What still feels tender in the air

Pre-Chorus

If you call, I’ll let it ring

Not because I don’t care

I’m making room for smaller things

A breath, a book, a morning there

Chorus

Take your time, I’m taking mine

No need to draw another line