Woke up to the screen light
Unread messages in a row
Coffee going cold by my elbow
Heart stuck on yesterday
You said you needed distance
Guess you really learned to go
I’m still talking to your ghost cup
On the second shelf below
Mood on low
Can’t find the volume on this soul
All my colors turned to snow
And I can’t get warm
Can’t get warm
Mood on low
Every room feels one size too cold
I keep scrolling through the old
Trying to feel norm
Trying to feel whole
Friends say
“Come out later”
I leave the invite on read
Fold a clean shirt
Then unfold it
Like we’re sharing this bed
Every street’s the same corner
Every laugh sounds like yours
I wear my jacket in August
Like I’m bracing for storms
Mood on low
Can’t find the volume on this soul
All my colors turned to snow
And I can’t get warm
Can’t get warm
Mood on low
Every room feels one size too cold
I keep scrolling through the old
Trying to feel norm
Trying to feel whole
Maybe it lifts by Monday
Maybe it stays all year
I trace your name on the window
Till it fades
Till it disappears
If you ever need a safe place
You still know the door code
I’ll leave the porch light burning
Even with my mood on low
Mood on low
Can’t find the volume on this soul
All my colors turned to snow
And I can’t get warm
Can’t get warm
Mood on low
Every room feels one size too cold
I keep scrolling through the old
Trying to feel norm
Trying to feel whole