Main Character Commute

[ Lyrics ]

I’m the plot, you’re the credits.

Head down, but the crown’s on tight,
heels click like a metronome in the light.
You said I’d need a hero—guess I rewrote the role,
now I walk in my own movie, full-body glow.
Used to sync my steps to yours, slow and small,
today I take up the sidewalk—yeah, that’s all.
No text to check, no excuse to make,
just the hum of the city and my own heartbeat’s stake.

Used to live in the margins, lines in your script,
now the camera pans on me—every step’s a hit.
You fade to background noise, soft and thin,
while I score my own silence, let the light come in.

I’m the plot, you’re the credits—
rolling in reverse, full of deleted scenes.
I’m the plot, you’re the credits—
no encore, no repackage the pain.

Pass the café where you ghosted me in May,
smile at the barista—she knows my name.
Used to shrink in the corner, half of a pair,
now I sip my black coffee like I already won the air.
Pass the park where we promised, pass the block where we broke,
I don’t flinch, don’t freeze—just keep my tempo.
Earbuds in, but I’m loud in my mind,
rewriting the ending I left behind.

You’re a subplot I archived, a name in the past,
I don’t hate it—I just moved to a different cast.
No villain, no victim—just me in the frame,
driving the story, no need to explain.

This walk ain’t therapy—it *is* my therapy.
Every footfall’s a vow, every breath is a claim.
No red carpet, just pavement and pride,
I’m not healing in silence—I’m glowing in stride.

I’m the plot, you’re the credits—
fade out slow, you’re not the last scene.
I’m the plot, you’re the credits—
main character energy, clean and serene.
I’m the plot — I’m the plot —

…you’re the credits. 
I’m the plot.