City lights in slow parade, I’m counting cars and breaths I’ve made,
Coffee cold, your name still warm upon my phone.
Every plan we almost had is folded in a paper bag,
I walk the block where promises were sown.
I keep the door half-open like a habit I can’t break,
Tell myself “she’s coming back,” but even hope can ache.
I’ve been waiting on the edge of dawn,
Holding on to shadows that are almost gone.
I love you, but I’m losing me,
Drifting where the tides of maybes used to be.
If you ever call my name, I’ll hear—
But I can’t live inside a silent year.
I’ve been waiting… now I’m wearing thin,
I need an end, or a place to begin.
Street guitars and neon rain, they hum the tune of what remains,
Your sweater in my closet, ghost of spring.
Friends keep saying let it go, but letting go is never slow,
I trace your outline on everything.
I hold the sky for signals that I know will never shine,
How many nights can mercy bend before it breaks like mine?
I’ve been waiting on the edge of dawn,
Holding on to shadows that are almost gone.
I love you, but I’m losing me,
Drifting where the tides of maybes used to be.
If you ever call my name, I’ll hear—
But I can’t live inside a silent year.
I’ve been waiting… now I’m wearing thin,
I need an end, or a place to begin.
Ooh, I can’t hold a maybe forever,
Ooh, love shouldn’t feel like bad weather.
If leaving is your language, I will learn to say goodbye,
I’ll pack the stars we never used and give the night back to the sky.
I’ll keep the part of me you loved, and let the rest be free—
If love won’t cross the distance, I’ll walk it back to me.
I’ve been waiting on the edge of dawn,
Fading with the echoes till the dark is gone.
I love you, but I’m choosing me—
Walking out of maybes into clarity.
If you ever call my name, I’ll hear—
But I won’t live inside a silent year.
I was waiting… now I’m stepping in,
To something real, to breathe again.
Dawn breaks soft on my windowsill—
I loved you once, I love me still.