I found your sweater on the chair where you left it in a hurry,
and it felt like a quiet hand still resting on the room
I read our old messages like a map drawn by a better draft of me,
and every line points back to what I couldn’t say
I kept acting brave with my mouth full of excuses,
while my heart was shaking in the dark like a kid behind a door
If I could rewind the night we broke the fragile part of us,
I’d choose my words like glass I never meant to throw
I’m not asking for a miracle that erases all the damage,
I’m asking for one honest minute in the open air
Let me stand where you can see me without the noise around me,
let me tell you what I never had the spine to share
Take me back to the beginning of that moment,
when your eyes still trusted mine to stay
I’ll lay down every prideful little weapon,
and I’ll speak like a man who finally learned to pray
I’m sorry for the distance I created, for the cold I carried into your warm day
If there’s a way to make it less than broken,
I want to start again and do it clean this time
I watched the streetlights blink in patterns like they knew our history,
like they were counting all the chances I let slip
You used to laugh at how I overthink the smallest things,
then I turned that habit into walls and called it being “safe”
I tried to fix my fear by tightening every screw around us,
and the pressure cracked the frame I swore I’d protect
Now I’m sitting with my hands empty in the silence,
learning that control is just a costume for regret
I’m not asking you to forget the nights you cried in secret,
I’m asking you to let my truth finally arrive
Let me hold the blame without performing,
let me be the one who doesn’t run when love gets real
Take me back to the beginning of that moment,
when your eyes still trusted mine to stay
I’ll lay down every prideful little weapon,
and I’ll speak like a man who finally learned to pray
I’m sorry for the distance I created, for the cold I carried into your warm day
If there’s a way to make it less than broken,
I want to start again and do it clean this time
If you say it’s finished, I will carry it with honor,
I will walk away and stop begging at your door
Yet if there’s one small corner left for healing,
I will meet you there without my armor anymore
I don’t want a perfect story for the outside,
I want the messy version where we both stay in the room
Give me a chance to listen like I mean it,
give me a chance to love you without leaving
Take me back to the beginning of that moment,
when your eyes still trusted mine to stay
I’ll lay down every prideful little weapon,
and I’ll speak like a man who finally learned to pray
I’m sorry for the distance I created, for the cold I carried into your warm day
If there’s a way to make it less than broken,
I want to start again and do it clean this time