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letra de môrnïng - quoats

[intro]
morning light hit the blinds like it’s judging me
room still, air heavy, like it’s buffering
reach for my phone, put it down, it don’t comfort me
my name feel far, like it’s not even touching me

alarm keep buzzin’ like it’s mad at me
i let it ring out—still don’t move naturally
ceiling fan cl!ckin’ in uneven time
whole room smell like yesterday and tap-water lime

i reach for the notebook, it feel like it ain’t mine
like i borrowed these hands for the morning time
pages got dents whеre my thoughts used to sit
now it’s quiet on purposе… or quiet ’cause it dip

[hook]
what if it don’t come back?
what if i’m past that door?
i stare at the same two lines
then i erase ’em more
what if my mouth don’t know
how to shape it like before?
i keep reaching for the feeling—
it slip, it slip… then floor
[verse 1]
i used to wake up and it’d spill on its own
now i press down, pen shake, nothing come home
old drafts in a stack like unpaid receipts
i flip one page—can’t recognize the heat

my voice sound thinner when i test it out
like a name i forgot how to say out loud
hum something small, it don’t wanna stay
it break mid-air like it changed its mind halfway

years in the margins, smudged fingerprints
all them late nights—what if thats just wind?
i try to feel proud, it stall in my throat
like my chest got a lock won’t let it go

i been working on a version of me who won’t answer the door
if i’m “me,” why my hands feel rented, like i owe someone more?

[hook]
what if it don’t come back?
what if i’m past that door?
i stare at the same two lines
then i erase ’em more
what if my mouth don’t know
how to shape it like before?
i keep reaching for the feeling—
it slip, it slip… then floor
[verse 2]
kitchen too bright but it don’t feel warm
cold cup, cold sink, i let it run too long
i watch the water curl then disappear
like it knew where to go—like it never lived here

phone full of reminders i don’t open
i scroll, then stop, like i’m scared of hoping
i write one thought, delete it, write again
same idea with a different skin

and it’s not even panic—more like blank
like my fear learned manners and sat in place
i keep waiting on a sign from the part i trust
but the silence got weight, and it won’t give it up

if this is a reset, why it feel like loss?
why i pay the price if the memory’s off?
i don’t say it out loud, i just sit and listen
to the fan, to the sink, to the minutes missing

[outro]
it come back slow
maybe it don’t
alarm finally stop
room still don’t talk
i hold the pen like a key with no lock
and let the morning… keep going
for now

- quoats

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