Anchor & Thread

I carry your face like a letter folded small

Old lines on paper where I traced the fall

Every corner leads me back to that same door

Even when the streetlights ask me to ignore

There's a thin thread that pulls when I try to leave

A ache that fits like a habit I still weave

I tie the world to your name, can't move without that chain

You're my anchor and my thread — you hold me, you restrain

I come back to the echo, to the tone that feels like home

I come back, I come back, bound to your summer's hold

I keep the snapshots folded in a drawer that won't lock tight

Little promises sleeping in the corner of the night

I talk to quiet, it answers with your voice again

I lose myself in details that keep pulling at the hem

If I cut the line, would I float or fall?

Would I find a sky or drown in what I call?

I tie the world to your name, can't move without that chain

You're my anchor and my thread — you hold me, you restrain

I come back to the echo, to the tone that feels like home

I come back, I come back, bound to your summer's hold

Maybe attachment is the only language left I keep

Maybe I'm a sailor afraid to learn how to leave

I tie the world to your name, can't move without that chain

You're my anchor and my thread — you hold me, you restrain

I come back to the echo, to the tone that feels like home

I come back, I come back, bound to your summer's hold

I come back