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When it ends—and it will—keep the slip with ink: “beans, milk” in their hand. Retire one joke like a jersey and hang it in the warm lean of light. Learn their stew by tasting. Keep hunger out of weather. No understudies; let the cue light sleep. Teach the curtains to breathe. Open the window wider. Let sirens cross the room. Let dust settle its slow music on the table. Bless the friend who slips their orbit. Unhook them from your private script. Spare the version that asked for proof. Post it from a bench. Choose a different street. Walk to the empty shop. Look until things speak. A cup is deep. The clock forgets the week. The city idles at red lights. Your name tastes like cola from a closed shop. New knocks look like trouble; they’re only next. Hide the good biscuits. Fail—give them first. Make tea before you judge. Answer. Answer the heavy door; let the world remake you. Be easy to find. Leave the door on the latch.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro 4b pad + vinyl] [Verse 1] when it ends, and it will keep the slip with ink their hand wrote “beans, milk” you fold it, breathe, think retire one joke like a jersey hang it where light leans warm learn their stew by tasting keep hunger out of storms [Pre rise + claps] small thanks, not grand soft hands, not plans [Chorus impact] honour the break let the world remake [Verse 2] don’t cast understudies grief is not a show the cue light stays asleep we let the curtains slow open the window wider let sirens cross the room let wind move all the papers let dust write us a tune [Pre rise + bass swell] leave space, not script let edges shift [Chorus impact + 3rds] honour the break let the world remake [Verse 3] the friend you called forever will prosper, heal, or stray bless them with that reverse curse free them from your sway may you be spared the version of me that needed proof I sit on a bench and send it then stand and change my route [Pre rise + shaker] no myth to keep just roads to meet [Chorus impact call & response] honour the break let the world remake [Verse 4] walk to the shop of nothing look till things might speak a cup looks like a canyon a clock forgets the week the streets light up like dashboards old laughs arrive before your name tastes like a soft drink from one long-closed store [Pre rise + piano ostinato] memory is bread not chains, not lead [Chorus impact] honour the break let the world remake [Verse 5] new knocks can look like trouble they’re only next in line the Infinite Friend returns in shoes that look unkind hide the good biscuits, fail and give the good ones first make tea before you judge them let welcome quench the thirst [Bridge strip vox + pad] answer the door heavy but kind hinge on your side change in your mind [Final Chorus x2 stacked] honour the break let the world remake honour the break let the world remake [Tag 2b reverb tail] be easy to find [Outro 4b fade] the door is heavy, opens
Song info
Dark/warm alt-pop palette (88–102 BPM), Aeolian/Dorian; dry lofi kit, palm‑mute guitars, round sub, sparse piano ostinato, analog pad beds; intimate verses → belted two‑line hooks (monosyllables heavy); rising‑bass/clap Pres; slap delay lead, short plate BVs; recurring motifs: moss, soup, streets, “text at six‑forty,” oranges/blankets; logistics-as-tenderness; end with quiet tags.
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