Press green flag I'm sorry I don't have good microphones I am auditioning for lead vocalist Io, nonbinary, 11, bday 9/26 I write my own music and play three instruments
There’s still a dent on your side of the bed Where the mattress won’t rise again And I swear I hear your keys at night In the shuffle of the wind I stopped using that back stairwell Where we used to race the rain It’s funny how the smallest things Are the hardest ones to change It wasn’t the leaving that broke me — it was all the ways you stayed. I know the ending, know the warning I’ve watched this play a thousand times But knowing never kept my hands From reaching past the danger signs I almost let you fade to nothing Almost let the feeling die But every time I say I’m over you My body knows I lied
