You slip into my thoughts again,

like you’ve already found your place,

in every quiet in between,

in every pause I can’t replace.

I try to focus, try to stray,

to give my mind something new to do,

but every road just bends right back…

and somehow ends with you.

It’s in the small, distracted things,

the moments I don’t mean to lose,

like even when I’m not trying to,

my heart still quietly chooses you.

So if there’s something I should say,

something honest, something true,

it’s this, on soft and endless repeat: