Some songs aren’t written to impress anyone. They’re written because something wouldn’t leave. Old friends. Late nights. The strange feeling of watching life move forward without asking permission.

There’s a lot in here about growing up — about drifting apart, holding on too tightly, and wondering if everyone else understands something you don’t. Not everything gets wrapped up neatly. Some things just sit there, unresolved.

If certain memories feel louder at night, if time feels like it’s slipping through your hands, if you’ve ever missed a version of your life that doesn’t exist anymore — this will probably make sense.