Ghosts In The Practice Room

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[Verse 1]
Late bus home
Face in the window glass
I replay old jokes
That never made you laugh

Keys in the lock
Silence waiting in my room
Blue mug in the sink
Half moons on a wooden spoon

[Chorus]
I keep playing through the light depression
Same four chords like a confession
Every wrong note feels like a question
Will it ever feel okay?
Hands on the piano
Heartbeat guessing
Soft little storms that I keep pressing
I don't cry loud
This is my expression
Let the hammers take it away

[Verse 2]
Screen glow dim
Messages I never send
Type
Erase
Circle back and start again

Dust on books
Plants that almost made it through
I water them late
Like that'll fix the roots

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Some days I get up
Just to sit back down
[low vocal register] Barely breathing
Barely making a sound
But the chords keep turning
Like the clock on the wall
[crecendo] And for three small minutes
I don't feel so small

[Chorus]