Used to save every ticket
Pin ‘em crooked on my wall
Now the paint covers the corners
Can’t recall those nights at all

I don’t dress like I once did
Old shirts in a cardboard tomb
New shoes by the front door
Don’t creak the way they used to in my room

Something changed
In the quiet
In the small things
In the way my name
Feels different when you call it
I’m not who I was
But I’m not someone new yet
Caught between the pages
Turning into someone else

Used to chase every sunrise
Sleep was something I could spare
Now I’m out before the credits
Leave my coffee going cold in the chair

Your voice in the voicemail
Doesn’t sting like it first did
I hit play
Let it play through
Then I smile at what we were as kids

Something changed
In the quiet
In the small things
In the way my name
Feels different when you call it
I’m not who I was
But I’m not someone new yet
Caught between the pages
Turning into someone else

Do you ever wake and wonder (oh)
How we learned to live with loss
How the mirror shows a stranger
But the stranger still knows what it cost

Something changed
In the pieces that I carry
Every scar and shade
Rearranging how I stand here
I’m not who I was
And I’m learning to be myself
Caught between the pages
Turning into someone else (someone else)