Lyrics

I'm writing things I never thought I'd say, One chapter closed, another's hard to name, What's left when in-between is all you've got? Just me and me and what I've never known. Dear future self, dear stranger down the line, I don't know where you're going or who's by your side, But you're still standing, and that counts for something, Yolo—whatever that means when you're this lost. I'm writing things I never thought I'd say, Somewhere between the breaking and the staying, What's left is just the room to breathe alone, And maybe that's the point I've been too scared to own.