The story
He keeps writing what he cannot bring himself to say.
He fills page after page with apologies, confessions, and the names he can’t quite cross out, then leaves every draft unsent. The words sit there like bottles on a kitchen table, waiting for courage that never comes, while the room stays still and the silence grows heavier than anything he can mail.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.