I love the smell of our carpet that’s coated in coffee stains and old sock smells
I love the room that we sit in to live in and watch TV like a prison cell
I love being imprisoned by people who tie my heart up in a figure-four
I love mystery in our history
I love leaving you, but I love white lies too
I love that distance makes the heart listen more
I love meditating on if a kiss is in store when I’m back
I love telling myself I love change, I love self-development, I love pain
For the betterment of the future
I love feeling insane that I love stagnating at home
I love knowing that the things and the people I know are all the same
And leaving can be more of a loss than a gain
It’s something at least
My walls are tired of seeing me
Watch them as they turn into the many worlds that I haven’t seen
As I play make-believe
Found the inner kid again, told me who he wants to be
So now we sit together watching stars on the ceiling
What a feeling
Freeing
Used to run toward the noise, thinking it was bliss
Trying to be everywhere, trying to be rich
Tryinna change the shape of my existence in this blip
I thought it would mean something
I thought just to be something
That we had to run into the fire to build something
Forget the self-love
Felt I had to defeat something
To prove that I’m worth a simple moment in the eyes of another
But I’m tired
And in that, I see truth
I looked in the mirror, and in it, there was the proof
This room is now a palace, not a temple of doom
It’s something at least
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James Chelliah Lyrics – Something, at least