Bend the Clock

The sky's been heavy for a week straight now. Walls closing in, but I won't

back down. Every room still sounds like you. I hit repeat on the nights

we knew. Been staring at the cracks in the paint. Counting moments I

can't rearrange. Every echo hits a little too clear. Feels like everything

changed right here. I said the truth when it mattered most. Still watched your

fade like a burning note. If I could bend the clock and steal you

back. Pull you out of the past we never unpacked. I wouldn't have

to watch you slip away. Oh. I held you tight at the