singer songwriter
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You walk in soft, and I brace for the blow.You’re not him, but my body don’t know.I laugh too loud, then I shut down fast.Scared you’ll leave if I don’t make it last.You reach for me like it’s no big deal,and I flinch like love’s not supposed to heal. Your steady hands and quiet eyes.You
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I drove past the county line,where the signal bled to static snow. In the night humming with haunted songs,I chased a voice I used to know. Each station faltered with echoes, half a hymn, half borrowed breath.I spun the dial for one clear word,to pull a signal from the death.I’m not lost, I’m just between
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 