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SAME LOW CEILING

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Skladba SAME LOW CEILING vyšla 5. října 2026 12657108 Records DK na albu Sleeptalk

5. října 2026

Štítek12657108 Records DK

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I know this ceiling by heart now

Every crack, every water stain, every lie the plaster told

I had a plan written out in a spiral notebook

Bullet points, deadlines, a version of me I'd become

I missed the first one by two weeks, then six, then winter

I told myself I'd start again when the new year comes

My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday

I said I didn't know — I meant I couldn't say out loud

She bought me something practical, I thanked her nicely

We ate in the kitchen without talking about the cloud

And I think this time I'll make it out

I think this time I finally know what I'm about

But I wake up in the same low ceiling

Same four walls and the same uneasy feeling

Like I ran all night and landed here again

In the exact same room I was trying to leave back then

I got a place with large windows and a view of the tracks

Told everyone I needed space to get back on my feet

I bought good coffee, bought a plant, killed the plant by Thursday

Ordered food online for seven weeks and didn't leave

I met someone who laughed at all my jokes the right way

We lasted ninety days before I got too tired to hide

She said: "I just don't know you, and I'm not sure you do either"

I said: "I know" — I watched the door close from inside

And I think this time I'll make it out

I think this time I finally know what I'm about

But I wake up in the same low ceiling

Same four walls and the same uneasy feeling

Like I ran all night and landed here again

In the exact same room I was trying to leave back then

Maybe the room is me

Maybe I built it somewhere in my sleep

Maybe the door was always unlocked

And I was the one who never tried the handle

I have a better job, I answer emails quickly

I go to bed at eleven, I remember people's names

I look like someone who has quietly figured something out

From the outside, I almost am — inside, it's still the same

Some nights I find the notebook, the one with the bullet points

The handwriting's so young it almost makes me laugh

The plan was mostly right, I just forgot to put myself in it

Some version of me finished it — I split somewhere in half

I know this ceiling by heart now

I repainted it last spring — same colour, different tin

It still looks the same

I don't know what I expected

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