Текст песни
Box on the floor
No note inside
Just your stuff and mine
Taped up tight
Name on the label
Cold handwriting
Not your voice
Just cardboard and string
Doorbell rang once
Nobody there
Just a package sitting
In the evening air
No talk
No sound
Just passed
Around
Cold box, dropped off
No reason, no stop
Not a word, not a line
Just your scent left behind
Cold box, no face
Just tape and empty space
Not goodbye, not a door
Just things I held before
Mm, held before
Mm, nothing more
Still here, still breathing
Still here, still receiving
Keys in a bag
Old shirt, same smell
Fabric holds more
Than your voice ever held
No fight, no call
No final scene
Just a package dropped
Somewhere in between
Hoodie still warm
From the way you fold
Every crease remembers
What we never told
No sign
No move
Just sent
Just through
Cold box, dropped off
No reason, no stop
Not a word, not a line
Just your scent left behind
Cold box, no face
Just tape and empty space
Not goodbye, not a door
Just things I held before
Mm, held before
Mm, nothing more
Still here, still breathing
Still here, still receiving
Maybe this is how it ends
No words, just weight in my hands
But I carried it inside
And I'm still standing by
Not a letter, not a call
Just objects against the wall
But my hands still hold the box
And that's enough for now, I guess