SAME COUCH, DIFFERENT WEIGHT

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Intro

Old couch by the left wall TV low like rain in a cup Same couch Different weight

Chorus

Same couch, different weight Springs say names when we sit down late Dad laughs low with his hand on the rail Ma hides pills in a folded sale mail Same couch, different weight Room don't move but the years change shape I was crumbs on the cushion, socks on the floor Now I count every breath by the sliding glass door

Verse 1

Cartoons leaked blue on the carpet lines I built block towers by the couch side Dad had work boots parked by the leg Ma kept hair pins under one red thread Cereal dust in the seam like snow Remote with tape where the back won't close I fell asleep where the middle dips down Dreams had springs in a sleepy small town Old couch, low light Same room, slow night Old couch, low light Nobody tells you when young goes quiet

Verse 2

Now the cushions breathe when he stands too slow His knee clicks twice, then the hallway glows Ma says "I'm fine" with a smile too neat Leaves half her tea by the same old seat The lamp got dust on the pull-chain moon The clock lost faith in the afternoon I don't say much, I just watch the room Sink one inch when they both pass through

Chorus

Verse 3

Kitchen phone bright, doctor voice thin Words come through like a draft gets in Pressure, scan, follow-up, fall risk Ma writes dates on a grocery list Dad says "don't make a thing of this" Then grips the armrest with both his fists I fold my fear in a paper towel Put it in trash, hear it breathing loud

Bridge

Bells go sweet, bass goes wrong TV laughs where it don't belong Same blue room, different ache Same couch learning all our weight

Verse 4

I sat in the dip where I used to fit Felt the house tilt under it Not a storm, not a crash, not a grave Just Ma needing help with the microwave Just Dad asking which pill was white Just me saying "yeah" with my throat shut tight And the couch kept holding, dumb and still Like furniture gets trained not to feel

Bridge

There was no big scene, no final word Just a spoon in a bowl and the TV blurred I wanted a sign, got the heater click And the room kept breathing through the brick

Chorus

Verse 5

Tonight the blanket is folded wrong The hallway bulb takes long to turn on He asks the year, then waves it away She says tomorrow like it owes her a day I sit between them, careful and small Listening hard to the drywall No answer lands, no curtain falls Just the couch, still taking us all

Outro

Old couch, low light Same room, slow night Same couch Different weight

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