Songs for the texts you deleted.

Most of it starts late, in a notes app, when nobody is awake to argue with.

The real work is the editing. A word here. A rhyme there. Move one line until it hits harder.

What I would have said angry, I try to turn into something a stranger might remember. I keep the pain next to the punchline. I do not sand the edges down for anybody.

I do not explain a song under its lyrics. If it needed explaining it is not finished.