Telephone Busy

The world is hurtling forward somewhere, while inside, there's a light storm of "okay" and "not today." It feels like life has offered to repeat the old level, but this time without hints. In the background, there are unanswered calls and thoughts that won't let go until you come up with a beautiful rhyme for them. Everything seems to be moving forward, but something is still stuck between "it was good" and "I won't change." This song has a lot of air and a little weariness - the kind that smells of cigarettes, someone else's laughter, and the promise not to write first. A circular dance where each "okay" is a shield and each "kiss" is an attempt to believe again that everything can be started from scratch if you just turn off your phone and wait a little.