LYRIC FOR SALE

By Theresa Astrea

Verse 1
Chased love like it owed me air.
Called hunger “hope.” Called chaos “care.”
Made homes in tomorrows, beds in doubt—
one final crack, and the lights went out.

Closed doors. Bad timing. Same old song.
Red flags dressed up as “prove me wrong.”
Kept calling it fate—no, it was fear
wearing a familiar face.

Pre-Chorus
One more goodbye, hollow and cold…
and I’m done selling what I’ve sold.
No shatter.
Just… I choose me back.

Chorus
Maybe.
Not a no—just not the plan.
Maybe—because you showed up
where my “never” ran.
Maybe—my past still flinches inside,
but I don’t want to lose what I didn’t try.

Verse 2
Learned the shape of an empty room.
Learned how peace sounds when it’s only you.
Stopped romanticizing “someday.”
Stopped giving myself away.

Kept it small. Kept it clean. Kept it closed.
No midnight prayers. No bargaining vows.
And then… you.
No warning. No slow.
Just heat in the room.
Just… shift in the dark.

Pre-Chorus 2
Stay steady. Be smart. Don’t fold.
But my body says danger—my heart says hold.
Not because you’re wrong—
because my chest remembers
what fire costs.

Chorus
Maybe.
Not a no—just not the plan.
Maybe—because you showed up
where my “never” ran.
Maybe—my past still flinches inside,
but I don’t want to lose what I didn’t try.

Bridge
Not like the others.
Not asking—pulling.
Not taking—unearthing.

Warmth in the parts I quit to keep,
like fire threading through concrete sleep.
Melting what I iced for years,
pulling bright thread through old fears.
Unearthing pieces I buried clean—
like you can read what I don’t say.

It’s wonderful.
Too close. Too fast.
And I hate that I want it.
And I do.

Run. Stay.
Run. Stay.
Both true in the same damn day.

Final Chorus (bigger)
Maybe.
Not a no—just not the plan.
Maybe—because you showed up
where my “never” ran.
Maybe—my past still flinches inside,
but I don’t want to lose what I didn’t try.
Maybe—go slow. Don’t rush my fear.
I’m not back at the altar…
I’m here.

Outro
Maybe…
Maybe…
Not the map—
but maybe.