Birdsong breaks the quiet air
I didn’t know it was always there
Quiet rooms that don’t pretend
I think I’m learning how to mend

I don’t owe my time away
To plans that never felt like mine
I’m scared, but maybe that’s okay
Feels like living for the first time

Clean slate, clear view
Coffee for one and nothing to prove
The sunlight hits a little late
But it feels brand new
Just a clean slate

I moved the bed to face the sun
Repainted walls till day was done
The colour’s wrong, but that’s alright
It still feels more like me tonight

I used to chase approval down
Till I forgot what made me proud
Now I whisper, “you’re enough”
And let the quiet say it loud

Clean slate, clear view
Coffee for one and nothing to prove
The sunlight hits a little late
But it feels brand new
Just a clean slate