The story
She is too late for morning and too early to let go.
A table sits with cold toast, a half-drunk coffee, and the wrong hour staring back at her. She picks at breakfast in the afternoon while the chair across from her stays empty, and the quiet makes the breakup feel larger than the room. By the time the clock admits it is 3PM, she is still choosing between another bite and getting up.
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Lyrics
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