Parallel Versions

[Verse 1]
Coffee gone cold on the counter
Same four walls keep asking my name
Scroll through my ghosts in the glow of the morning
Every choice feels almost the same
[Chorus]
In some parallel version
I’m already gone
Took that midnight bus
Kept driving on
Things fall apart
But they fall into place
Even when it feels so wrong
Even when it feels so wrong
[Verse 2]
I trace my scars like a roadmap
Tiny red threads in my skin
Would I be softer
Would I be sharper
If I hadn’t let some chaos in?
[Chorus]
In some parallel version
I’m already home
Didn’t burn that bridge
Didn’t sleep alone
Things fall apart
But they fall into place
Even when it feels so wrong
Even when it feels so wrong
[Bridge]
Maybe the hurt is the hinge on the door (oh)
Maybe the cracks let the color pour
If I could go back
Would I really change it?
Or would I still be standing here
Wondering for more
[Chorus]
In this crooked version
I’m still holding on
Breathing in the bruise
Humming my song
Things fall apart
But they fall into place
Even when it feels so wrong
Yeah
Maybe I’m right where I belong

rock, Hazy alt-rock ballad with female vocals; clean electric guitar and soft piano in the verses, deep toms and roomy snare entering on the first chorus. Ambient pads and reverb-heavy violin swell under the hook, then cut back for an intimate middle-8. Final chorus adds octave-doubled vocal and a held violin note that blooms into feedback-like sustain., ambient, violin, metal