An album about the gap. People you love from far away, the texts you almost sent, the outgrowing without the falling out. No shade. Just change.
Distance
No fight, no blood in the break. Just the slow kind of fade that a decade makes.
Same Number
Still saved in my phone. Never call, still save. Some people you just carry in the contacts.
Used To
Inventory of 'used-to.' Not regret. Evidence you got to begin.
Outgrown
No grade on you. A grade on me. Growth cost me people. Still love from the wing.
Last Summer
The window down, the same four songs, the coast. Some chapters are the whole book.
Check In
The text you almost sent. Typed, backspaced, closed the app. Silent checking-in.
Left On Read
Blue dots, typing start-stop, read-receipt as a verdict. Your quiet is a language I can read.
Parked Outside
Engine off, radio on, your window's still lit. Some love you don't walk back into. You just drive past slow.
Old Playlist
Shuffle the library, first track is a trap. Music remember everything the memory forget.
