Frayed Light

[Verse 1]
The coffee maker breathes a sigh,
A lonely ambition through the dawn-streaked pane.
Sunlight, a pale, unspooling thread,
Across the unmade fabric of my bed.

[Chorus]
Here in these sheets, a gentle knot,
Where the outside world is all forgot.
Just me, the quiet, and this fraying light,
Lost in the bittersweet of Sunday's flight.

[Verse 2]
Past the sill, a forgotten plant grows tall,
Each leaf a story, weathering it all.
The city starts its distant, subtle hum,
But here, a quiet solace has become.

[Chorus]
Here in these sheets, a gentle knot,
Where the outside world is all forgot.
Just me, the quiet, and this fraying light,
Lost in the bittersweet of Sunday's flight.

[Bridge]
My lola's wisdom, a whisper-thin weave,
Of paths chosen, of what to believe.
But this moment, fragile, gently spun,
Feels like the only place I need to run.

[Outro]
Just loose ends swaying, soft and low,
Before the coming day can truly grow.