[Intro]
Dust motes drift in a hallway of memory, soft and thin
[Verse 1]
In the corners where my toys used to glow, there sits a quiet hum
Letters stack like tiny mountains, waiting for a voice to come
Dust bunnies march along the dresser, slow parade of days I owe
The ceiling hums with a childhood sun, now a pale and quiet glow
[Pre-Chorus]
I tell myself I’ll start tomorrow, but tomorrow is a door I fear to open
[Chorus]
I am grown, but the room still whispers my name
I’m tripping on deadlines that never end or end the same
Dreams once bright are hiding under laundry and rain
If I breathe in, will the courage bloom again?
[Verse 2]
The bedrail’s rusted like the gears of time that’s moved too fast
Postcards fade on the wall, a gallery of a former hopeful past
I alphabetize the fouled-up lists, pretend the clutter’s just a phase
While the clock keeps counting down to small, quiet, changing days
[Pre-Chorus]
I tell myself I’ll start tomorrow, but tomorrow is a door I fear to open
[Chorus]
I am grown, but the room still whispers my name
I’m tripping on deadlines that never end or end the same
Dreams once bright are hiding under laundry and rain
If I breathe in, will the courage bloom again?
[Bridge]
Maybe the dust is stories I tucked away for safety
Maybe the mail is a map to begin again, slowly
[Chorus]
I am grown, but the room still whispers my name
I’m learning to lift the weight and claim the flame
Dreams reappear when I clear the day by day
If I breathe out, I’ll begin again, today
[Outro]
The door stays open just a crack, enough to let the light in
I fold the past with care, and step toward a life that’s been mine
