Half the Room Left to Write (versione 2)

Verse

Sneakers in the doorway, one foot still outside

Pencil case unzipped like a mouth that won't divide

Amber light across my cheekbones, dust on my collar

Half the room left to write before I have to follow

Tape stuck on the edge of the table, a coffee ring gone old

Every line looks better without a deadline to hold

Pre-Chorus

I don't need an end date for this one page

Chorus

So let me stay here in the half-written room

Pencil floating above the lines that haven't come yet

Half the room left to write, I'm keeping my own time

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the hum inside

Verse

Aunt's scarf draped over the back of a chair, a book opened flat in someone else's chair

The clock still ticking slow where the wall meets the sky

I'll use up every scrap of this light before I go

Write through every minute until it turns to gold

Pre-Chorus

I don't need an end date for this one page

Chorus

So let me stay here in the half-written room

Pencil floating above the lines that haven't come yet

Half the room left to write, I'm keeping my own time

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the hum inside

Bridge

It's not about finishing. It's not about the frame.

It's just this one page where nothing has a name.

So I'll stay here in the half-written room till the hour turns blue

And maybe that's the only thing I have to do

Chorus

So let me stay here in the half-written room

Pencil floating above the lines that haven't come yet

Half the room left to write, I'm keeping my own time

No hands on the wheel, just the hum and the hum inside