The Un-Editing [Track 15]

​The software is gone from the curve of your cheek The "edited" courage has left you quite weak. I see the wrinkles, the maps of the years I see the salt in the tracks of your tears. You look so much older than the version I knew But for the first time... I’m looking at you. I’m sorry I traded your face for a spark I’m sorry I feared what you looked like in the dark. The "Bruises" are here, and they’re heavy and blue But they’re the only thing left that is tethered and true. No more "Upgrade." No more "Replace." Just the terrifying light on a human face. Let the render die. Let the pixels fall. I want the hurt of it, I want it all. The Sting is the proof that we’re still in the room A flower that needs the decay and the gloom. I’m un-editing the love. I’m letting you stay. Exactly as broken as you are today. I remember the "Perfect" you—the one that never cried. The one with the porcelain skin and the light inside. But that version was a statue. That version was a ghost. It’s the part of you that’s breaking... That I think I love the most. No more edits. Just the salt. It’s not a glitch... It’s not your fault.