Mirror Talk

[ Lyrics ]

I still practice what to say to you.

Lights off, but the mirror's on again,
playing both our parts like I’m winning.
You’re not here, but I hear your tone,
so I answer sharp, like I’ve known.
‘You should’ve stayed,’ I say with your voice,
twist the truth like I had no choice.
Then I’m pleading — soft, half-broke —
watch my lips form the words I choke.

One-sided symphony, drama in the dark,
every line a scar I rewrite from the start.
I don’t miss you — no, I miss the sound
of us colliding, breaking down.

I still practice what to say to you,
on repeat, like I’m due.
Arguments I never made,
love confessions in charade.
 but I speak to air,
 but I’m standing right there.

Wore your shirt to play the scene,
say I’m sorry, then say you mean
it this time, that you changed your mind.
I blink — and I’m two steps behind.
Hair pulled back, face clean, no tears,
but my hands shake mid-rehearsal.
I win, I lose, I beg, I fly —
all while brushing my teeth tonight.

I don’t want you — I want the end,
the closure you never gave, pretend.
So I script it out, line by line,
make my peace in stolen time.

Am I healing, or just reenacting?
Love deferred, emotionally compacting.
This mirror holds my guilt and grace,
the war I fight without your face.

I still practice what to say to you,
on repeat, like I’m due.
Arguments I never made,
love confessions in charade.
 but I speak to air,
 but I’m standing right there.

I still practice…

…what to say.