Verse 1

I Hoarded every moment like it might come back,

Memories stacked high, every smile, every crack.

I’m trying to be Accurate with the truth I face,

Not every goodbye is a failure, just a change of pace.

I Dredge the nights where your voice still rings,

Through quiet rooms and borrowed things.

Left a Trace of you in the way I breathe,

But even traces fade, I’m starting to believe.

Pre-Chorus

I wrote Soppy poems I’ll never read aloud,

Just me and my shadow, talking to the crowd.

On Scraps of paper I forgot to throw away,

Proof that broken hearts still have something to say.

Chorus

This Naked business of loving and loss,

Feels heavy now, but I’ve paid the cost.

I can Pinpoint the moment I started to mend,

When I stopped seeing you as the means to my end.

I’m bent, not shattered, I’ll be fine soon,

Even the longest night still leans toward noon.

Verse 2

I walk past places we used to be,

They don’t own me now, they just let me see.

I’m lighter than I was, though it’s hard to tell,

Some lessons only bloom after the spell breaks well.

Bridge

If healing’s slow, I’ll take it step by step,

No need to rush what the heart has kept.

I won’t erase you, I won’t pretend,

But I won’t stay broken just to honor the end.

Final Chorus

This Naked business of learning to stand,

With empty pockets and open hands.

I can Pinpoint the day I’ll look back and smile,

Say “yeah, that hurt—but it shaped me for a while.”

I’m not there yet, but I can see the shore,

And I don’t feel lost like I did before.So here’s to the mess, and the strength it shows,

To Soppy poems and the way hope grows.

From Scraps of paper to a clearer view,

I was broken by love—but I’ll rise from it too.