Verse 1

I woke with dust across my hands

A borrowed room, a broken plan

You said the world was easy to hold

But every promise came back cold

Pre-Chorus

I bite my tongue, I count the cracks

I lose the thread, I don’t look back

Chorus

I’m not empty, I’m not clean

I’m the space between what you mean

Push me under, pull me through

I keep finding my way back to you

Verse 2

The kitchen clock forgets the hour

A paper cup, a dying flower

Your photograph beside the sink