The Unsent Draft

[Verse 1]
The condensation on your Vernors can after the Tuesday shift.
The hum of the QLine making the window glass drift.
The specific way you arranged the lemon slices on the fish.
The silence where a question about my father didn't exist.

[Chorus]
And all the words get caught in my throat
Just another unsent draft, just another note
That I write in my head, a ship that won't float
Yeah, all the words get caught in my throat.

[Spoken-Word Interlude]
(A faint, filtered female voice, like a memory)
"Is everything...?"

[Verse 2]
Your thumbprint on the dusty speaker grille from last July.
The little lie I told about the price of the Monstera I buy.
The faint smell of petrichor through the screen, Michigan sky.
The look you give when you think I'm not watching, and I try.

[Chorus]
And all the words get caught in my throat
Just another unsent draft, just another note
That I write in my head, a ship that won't float
Yeah, all the words get caught in my throat.

[Bridge]
This new soil is still so fragile, you know?
Don't wanna deadhead a single good thing we grow.
You said, "It's just quiet," and my roots started to show.
I should just tell you, but I let it go.

[Outro]
Just another note.
Caught in my throat.