Drafts by David Kastling Music

Lyrics

Walked the long way back, didn't mean to pass your street
Swear it wasn't planned, but my feet—they tend to cheat
Saw you through the window, same seat, same drink
Still bite your lip when you think too deep

Your hair's a little longer, mine's more out of place
It's weird how silence can still feel like a chase
You looked up, and I froze
Like a sentence that forgot where to go

You didn't wave, I didn't smile
We both just stood there for a while

I've got drafts I never send
Little texts that never end
"Hope you're good" turns into more
Till I lock the screen and leave it stored
You're the page I still can't tear
The voice I hear when no one's there
You're not mine, and maybe that's fine
But I underline your name
In all my drafts

Still drink that chai with cinnamon like you said I should
Still play that song, though it never feels as good
Told my friends I'm over it
But I replay what I didn't admit

We never crashed, we just slowed down
Till one day we both stopped showing up in town
Now I live in that halfway space
Where you're gone, but still take up place

I see your posts, I fake a laugh
But I keep scrolling to the past

I've got drafts I never send
Little loops that never end
Things I'd say if I was brave
Like "Do you think we could've been saved?"
You're the scene that fades too fast
Still the ghost in every track
You're not mine, and maybe that's fine
But I underline your name
In all my drafts

You saw me
I saw you
We didn't speak
But somehow I knew
You remembered too

I've got drafts I'll never read
Truth in lines I won't let bleed
You're not here, but you don't leave
You're the quiet I still grieve
You're the script I can't outgrow
The ending I don't get to know
You're not mine, and maybe that's fine
But you still take your time
In all my drafts