Espresso Rain Confession

(hummmm) Mm, mm. (ahhhh)

In the small hours,

coffee on my tongue,

I watch the street glass blur and run,

You said my name like you meant it to stay,

Then let it go,

soft as yesterday.

I keep my hands steady,

I keep my face calm,

But

the room turns slow when the truth comes on,

If I lean in closer,

will you pull away,

Or meet me halfway in the rain?

I wear my sorrow like a tailored coat,

Buttoned up, but it still won't float,

I move through the night with a quiet flame,

Say I'm fine, and believe my own name.

Your goodbye had style,

no broken glass, Just a look that let the moment pass,

I learned the art of leaving a light on,

For someone who won't be coming

home. Hold the chord,

let it hang in the air,

Let my heartbeat stumble up the stairs,

If I chose you again,

I'd do it clean,

No promises—just something real.

I wear my sorrow like a tailored coat,

Buttoned up, but it still won't float,

I move through the night with a quiet flame,

Say I'm fine, and believe my own name.

Still I walk on,

slow and sure, Let the rain write what I can't say,

Mm, mm, (hummmm)