Pencils in my pocket (wersja 2)

Verse

Bus ticket stub from ninety-nine

Folded soft beside the map of Seoul

I drew the subway in blue pen lines

Never learned but still got far

Streetlight humming on a corner turn

Same four blocks and I'm home again

Every sketch was just the motion's curve

Not the place but how it moved me then

Pre-Chorus

So what does a city look like

When the paper's all you own

I never finished drawing Seoul

But that's exactly where I've been

Chorus

Pencils in my pocket, not for the walls

City was a feeling anyway

Every line I crossed just folded back

Still got Seoul right here

No need to keep the map so neat

It moves the way it moved before

I'm carrying it inside my chest now

This is how I remember more

Verse

Coffee ring on page seventeen

Train station sketch where shadows lean

Bus window blur then focus clear

Every stop a new horizon near

Not the building but the angle catching

Light through glass, the way it bends

I never learned to draw it still

Only how it moved me in between

Pre-Chorus

So what does a city look like

When the paper's all you own

I never finished drawing Seoul

But that's exactly where I've been

Chorus

Pencils in my pocket, not for the walls

City was a feeling anyway

Every line I crossed just folded back

Still got Seoul right here

No need to keep the map so neat

It moves the way it moved before

I'm carrying it inside my chest now

This is how I remember more

Bridge

Maybe drawing's not about the wall

But how it moves you when you're small

Maps forget where they've been but memory

Remembers every road like skin

So I don't need to finish what I started

Every line was just a way inside

Chorus

Pencils in my pocket, not for the walls

City was a feeling anyway

Every line I crossed just folded back

Still got Seoul right here

No need to keep the map so neat

It moves the way it moved before

I'm carrying it inside my chest now

This is how I remember more