Midnight Confession

[ Lyrics ]

I told the truth to my nightlight…

Window’s cracked a breath, room’s holding its tongue,
I whisper your name like it still belongs.
Socks off, lights out, world’s gone quiet now—
but my chest is loud with a broken vow.
I trace the ceiling where the shadows creep,
pretend that they’re arms pulling me to sleep.
Said I was over it — said I was done —
but the moon sees the mess that I’ve become.

No one’s watching, so I let it show,
the way my voice cracks when I say, ‘I miss you so…’
Not angry, not proud — just tired and thin,
like love’s just a ghost I still let in.

I told the truth to my nightlight,
wrapped in sheets, too weak to fight.
It flickered gold, didn’t say a word —
just held the silence like it heard.
 — soft Rhodes swell)

Checked your page like a morning prayer,
saw your smile there — didn’t flinch, didn’t care…
(or that’s what I told my shaking hand,
while I saved the pic in a hidden folder, just in case I change my plans.)
I know you moved on. I know you’re free.
But I’m still here, talking to me.

No jury, no judge — just the hum in the wall,
my breath on the mic of this late-night call.
Not begging, not mad — just honest, it’s true:
I still reach for you… when the sky turns blue.

I told the truth to my nightlight,
confessions warm in pale moonlight.
It didn’t judge, didn’t turn away —
just burned a little brighter, like it thought of you that way.

I don’t want you back — I just miss the love.
The way it felt when it fit like gloves.
The weight of your laugh, the curve of your hand —
I don’t miss the man… I miss the plan.

I told the truth to my nightlight,
no cameras, no stage, no lie.
It won’t tell a soul, won’t send a sign —
just keeps my heart in its soft gold line.
I told the truth… and it felt like grace.
 — full vocal stack)

…still misses you.