Теперь Я Вижу Ясно (Original Mix)

The blur wasn't the room,
it was me not wanting to look.
I called it love that I couldn't quite name.
I called the static in my chest a feeling.
Turns out,
it was just the truth
trying to get through.
Every excuse I made
had your face in it. Every excuse I made was really about me.
I was the one fogging the glass, breathing on it,
just so I wouldn't have to see it.
It only took me looking straight on
for the whole picture
to finally
hold still.
I see it clearly now.
No fog on the glass, no excuse left to make.
Every late reply,
every half-given evening lines up exact.
No room left to shake.
I see it clearly now,
and it's not confusing.
It's just late.
I used to need you to confirm it.
Now, I don't need a single word from your mouth.
The evidence was never hiding.
I was just the one still holding the light.
Clarity isn't loud, it isn't dramatic.
It's just the morning after months of static, quiet, plain, impossible to argue.
I finally stopped arguing with myself.
I'm not angry
that it took this long.
I'm just done pretending
it wasn't already true.
I see it clearly now.
No fog on the glass, no excuse left to make.
Every late reply,
every half-given evening lines up exact.
No room left to shake.
I see it clearly now,
and it's not confusing.
It's just late.
Clear isn't cold.
Clear is just honest.
I should've looked sooner,
but I'm looking now.
I don't need the last word from you.
I already had the whole conversation with myself.
Every question I used to ask the ceiling
at two AM
answered itself
the second I stopped flinching.
It was just a trick.
Trying
to get through. Every excuse I made
had your face in it. Every excuse I made was really about me.
I was the one fogging the glass, breathing on it just so I wouldn't have to see.
It only took me looking straight on
for the whole picture to finally hold
still.
I see it clearly now.
No fog on the glass, no excuse left to make.
Every late reply,
every half-given evening lines up exact.
No room left to shake.
I see it clearly now,
and it's not confusing.
It's just late.
I used to need you to confirm it.
Now, I don't need a single word from your mouth.
The evidence was never hiding.
I was just the one still holding the light.
Clarity isn't loud. It isn't dramatic.
It's just the morning after months of static.
Quiet, plain, impossible to argue.
I finally stopped arguing with myself.
I'm not angry that it took this long.
I'm just done
pretending
it wasn't already true.
I see it clearly now.
No fog on the glass, no excuse left to make.
Every late reply,
every half-given evening lines up exact.
No room left to shake.
I see it clearly now,
and it's not confusing.
It's just late. Clear isn't cold.
Clear is just honest.
I should've looked sooner,
but I'm looking now.
I don't need the last word from you.
I already had the whole conversation with myself.
Every question I used to ask the ceiling at two AM
answered itself
the second I stopped flinching.