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Echoes of Tuesdays 1 by Tendai

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Echoes of Tuesdays 1

indie pop

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We met on Tuesdays under the flicker of a screen, Ticket stubs and parties and a laugh that felt so real, Tuesdays echo your name, what if we chased that scene?
We met on Tuesdays under the flicker of a screen, Ticket stubs and parties and a laugh that felt like spring, Cold concession stand coffee, your jacket on my chair, We swore the little rituals would always find us there,
Somewhere between the trailers, looks closing light, Words loosen like loose change slipping out of sight, I didn't count the miles that grew where we once stood, Quiet grew its roots, and we misunderstood.
Don't take for granted the small things that remain, Tuesdays echo your name in crackle and the frame, We were brighter in the dark, a pose beneath the screen, Tuesdays echo your name, what if we chased that scene?
You left a note on my voicemail, from cause it smelled like rain, A collage of midnight texts and promises that strained, We broke like old projectors, the image blurred and thin, I never saw the splinter coming from within,
There are crumbs on the carpet from popcorn and applause, We traded easy silence for the weight of what it cost, I took our rhythm for granted, thought the reel would always run, But reels can skip and people change with the morning sun,
Don't take for granted the small things that remain, Tuesdays echo your name in crackle and the frame, We were brighter in the dark, a pose beneath the screen, Tuesdays echo your name, what if we chased that scene?
I still keep the ticket stops, the corners worn and bent, Your laugh prints on a corner of every paragraph we spent, Meet me where the projector hums, where light forgives the dust, I'll bring the coffee you pretended not to like,
And all my honest tries,
Let's not let small noises drift into the gray, Tuesdays echo your name, I hear it clearer every day, We can't stitch the broken frames, let our bones breathe again,
Tuesdays echo your name, let's learn how to be friends, So here's to unfinished stories and the seeds we left behind, To finding our way,