Bruises Where Your Hands Can't Reach

[Verse 1]
You made coffee
Said you’re sorry
Kissed my forehead
Like a story
Pulled my chair in
Smiled so gentle
But your words cut
Straight through metal
[Chorus]
This isn’t love
It’s a locked-up room
Windows painted blue so I can’t see through
You call it care when you clip my wings
Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams
You hold me close till I can’t breathe
Bruises where your hands can’t reach
[Verse 2]
I keep shrinking
Just to fit you
Hide my laughter
So it won’t hit you
You say
“Trust me
I know better”
Then you read my
Every letter
[Chorus]
This isn’t love
It’s a locked-up room
Windows painted blue so I can’t see through
You call it care when you clip my wings
Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams
You hold me close till I can’t breathe
Bruises where your hands can’t reach
[Bridge]
I keep brushing off the ashes
Call the burn a little sun
You keep hurting
Then you’re crying
Say I’m making you the one
But I’m not your mirror
I’m not your cure (oh no)
I’m walking out barefoot
Through your broken door
[Chorus]
This isn’t love
It’s a locked-up room
Windows painted blue so I can’t see through
You call it care when you clip my wings
Say I’d get lost if I chased my dreams
You hold me close till I can’t breathe
Bruises where your hands can’t reach
[Outro]
You made coffee
Left it steaming
I take one last breath
And leave you dreaming

folk, Indie folk singer-songwriter ballad with intimate male vocals, close-mic’d acoustic guitar fingerpicking, soft upright bass, and brushed snare. Verses stay hushed and confessional, chorus swells with airy harmonies and a distant organ pad. Subtle swells of violin in the bridge heighten the ache, then everything strips back to just guitar and voice on the final line., indie folk, singer-songwriter