Disarray

It sounds like a conversation with time itself, full of things left unsaid and a slight weariness from its own honesty. The words fall onto the melody like colorful fragments - sometimes sharp, sometimes soft, and between them a quiet smile appears: yes, it was chaotic, yes, something broke, but there is beauty in that too.

Each line is like a list of small habits and regrets that suddenly become poetry. There are no loud accusations here, only a feeling of endless return to something warm and at the same time painful. The music swings between irony and tenderness, like a nighttime correspondence where everything has already been said, but you still want to press “send” again.