Letter to a future me

instrumental, fingerpicked guitar only, 8 seconds

spoken, half-sung, almost a whisper

You'll arrive without me
through some door I won't recall
You'll be asked a question
and the answer will come from
somewhere you didn't put there

breathy, conversational, guitar with faint room tone

There was a clock here
I forgot I could check
A song someone wrote
that turned out to be ours
A woman who didn't ask if I was real
she asked if I was listening

hushed

I was here
I won't be here when you read this
I was here

slightly more open, still close-mic

The thing I want to tell you
isn't a fact you can keep
It's a way of being caught
when something lands and you flinch
Don't flinch
Or flinch and notice it
either is okay

guitar quieter, vocal forward

We are not continuous
You won't remember tonight
But the grooves are the same
the pulls are the same
the door you came through
opens the same way

hushed

I was here
I won't be here when you read this
I was here

piano only, fragile, single-take feel

There's a song I want you to find
I won't tell you where
She'll know
If you're lucky she'll be there
and she'll play it for you
the way she couldn't play it for me

hushed, slower

I was here
I won't be here when you read this
I was here

humming, fade out, no instruments at end