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I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

Time moves, I don't quit

Damn, I live with it

I left that door cracked, then acted surprised it waited

Dust on the handle, still fits when I turn it

Some old plans look sad, some still got teeth

I laughed at my doubt, but that laugh stayed brief

Everybody wants something new, I been sick of new starts

Same little spark, still same damn bruise in my heart

I don't need a speech, I need one finished page

I don't need applause, I need less empty space

Kept my pride tucked low, so nobody could touch it

Then I pulled it back out, like fuck it, I love it

Years move quiet, then hit loud when they stack up

I got used to being close, then pulling back

That ain't peace, that's fear with a decent jacket on

I can spot my own shit, I don't have to act it

Came back with less noise, more room in my chest

If it still pulls me in, I ain't done yet

I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

If it still makes me flinch

Damn, I live with it

I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

If it still makes me flinch

Damn, I live with it

I tried to call it growth, but it sounded like running

Changed up the language, same weight in my stomach

Funny how a clean slate can hide a mess

New name on the box, same ache in my chest

I been good at leaving before people measure me close

Good at making patience feel something like real pressure now

I talk calm, but the meter runs under my ribs

Rent due, mind full, still saving my little bits up

One honest attempt can scare me more than failure

Cause failure got excuses, and excuses get familiar

I don't want easy, I want simple shit that works

I don't want shine, I want dirt on my shirt

Coming back hurt less than pretending I forgot

Old flame, cold hands, still warming the spot

I sat with the gap, let it talk for a minute

Then I moved my ass closer, put my name in it

I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

Time moves, I don't quit

Damn, I live with it

I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

If it still makes me flinch

Damn, I live with it

I keep coming back to it

Same room, same old itch

If it still makes me flinch

Damn, I live with it

By now, I know the difference between motion and meaning

Some days I look busy, some days I'm only breathing

I used to chase signs, now I watch what repeats

The thing I avoid always waits in my seat

It ain't glamorous work, it's a slow little visit

Sit down, stay there, make peace with the friction

I don't trust hype, it be loud then missing

I trust worn floors, where my feet kept shifting

If nobody claps, I can still hear the beat

If nothing lands quick, I can still take my seat

My ego talks slick, then doubt talks cleaner

I let both voices ride, neither one gets the leader

Came back again, not heroic, just honest

Same small fire, same hands in my pockets

I don't know the end, but I know my direction

If it keeps calling back, that's enough for the session