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Glass on My Bedroom Floor 2 by Kavikali

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Glass on My Bedroom Floor 2

Indie Pop,Any Vocals

0:003:29
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
oh my mind i can't express
to anyone
what's going on my mind
my life is mess
i want to cry but I can't
my heart broken
(Verse 1 — continued)
Empty apartment, streetlight through the blinds,
Cold coffee cooling where the clock unwinds.
My life's a mess but I say it soft and slow,
A late-night phone that never seems to glow.
(Pre-Chorus)
I count the small things: the sweater on the chair,
An unsent letter folded in the drawer somewhere.
Words I never spoke weigh heavier than stone,
I carry them around like I'm trying not to fall.
(Chorus)
There's glass on my bedroom floor — hold on,
Light cuts like memories, sharp and gone — hold on.
Silent pieces glitter where the night let go,
I'm learning how to breathe between the blows.
(Verse 2)
The hallway echoes with the shoes I don't wear,
Two cups in the sink, one lover, one prayer.
You left the window open, wind with all your songs,
I keep the record playing though the needle's wrong.
(Pre-Chorus — variation)
I trace the margins of the message I never sent,
A name that lingers like a scent I can't prevent.
My heart keeps steadying its uneven beat,
Small rehearsals of a smile when strangers meet.
(Chorus — add detail)
There's glass on my bedroom floor — hold on,
Unsent letters piled on my nightstand — hold on.
I step around the shards, count the breaths I borrow,
Hoping for a morning that will borrow less sorrow.
(Bridge)
I stand at the doorway, sunlight like a dare,
Decide to fold the paper, let the ink wash in the air.
I won't call your number; I won't make the same mistakes,
I open up the curtains and practice how to wake.
This is the small decision that becomes a kind of light,
A tiny rebellion in the slow undoing of the night.
(Chorus — resolution)
There's glass on my bedroom floor — hold on,
I sweep the broken pieces to the edge and then I'm gone — hold on.
The mirror shows a face learning to forgive its own skin,
I breathe through one more hour and let the healing in.
(Outro)
Someday the quiet won't feel like a crime,
I'll fold those unsent words into a better time.
Till then I practice walking out through morning's door,
Leaving behind the footprints on my bedroom floor.
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