Soft Quit Songtext
von @melissageurts

There′s a version of me that only exists
When I'm not being watched

She sings bad songs to the cat, eats bread in chunks
Wins fake arguments, laughs too loud
Talks to no one, and she′s kind of brilliant

Just me, just me, just me
No angles, no projection, just me


She doesn't ask if it's cringe, she vacuums drunk
She cries on the floor, she eats cereal over the sink
And honestly, she shows up
But she lights the candle, she gets in the bath
She makes the list, she says the thing

She says the thing
She says the thing

I′m tired, I don′t wanna go, I'm not okay
And I don′t need advice, just five minutes to be dramatic
No structure, no arc, and no oat milk epiphany
Just her, the one who already knows me

Just me, just me, just me
Alone-me is not the warm-up act
She's the show and I′m finally listening