Song Description
'I just won’t break where others end.'
Ethel sings like she already accepted the outcome.
Not dramatic. Not desperate.
Just on her way.
She didn’t get a real choice.
Too much money in the way.
Too much force wrapped around her life like it owned her.
So she made one. A mental trick in essence.
She decided that this was her own decision.
Because the lack of one just wouldn’t feel right.
No candles.
No hymns.
No pretty collapse.
Lyrics
Didn't cry when they told me
Just kicked the stand down slow
Police at the gate boots on gravel
They didn't know what I now know
Gran said life don't wait for clean hands
Pop said fix it if it squeaks
So I stripped my brakes that morning
Found her code in the teeth beneath
Don't light a candle don't play that hymn
Don't speak in lines they wrote for them
I know the way I know the bend
I just won't break where others end
Red drops back Blue takes hold
Cabin hums with edges bold
I said stop but meant I can't
Too deep in to shift or plant
Exit signs I don't believe
I Know too much
Not enough for me
Could name the truth
Could change the scene
But can't block out what runs unseen
A fight I feel but can't defend
Not with three turns past pretend
No road back I'd trust to try
Not if my X can solve the Y
Don't light a candle Don't frame my face
Don't say I drifted out of place
I'm not the tears they try to fake
I'm what they build when something breaks
He talks
I track the tone
Eyes flick side
I scan alone
Rear view
Same car same space
Not slow
Not close
Just… placed
Could be a tail
But the driver's fine
One of his
Feels by design
We turn
The house arrives too soon
Like it leaned out to read the room
Windows set
Sharp Reflective
Gate peels back like something elective
Helmet
Bike
Too smooth
Too known
That's a gift
That's a loan
Still I lift it
Still I ride
Not for noise
But I came to try
Might not win
But I won't hide
Don't light a candle
Don't name regret
Don't say I
Failed what I hadn't met
If I move close if I play right
It's not surrender
It's just the night
The city's lit like fevered skin
A pulse that breaks draws back again
Headlights slice in broken time
Reflecting truths I can't align
Each street a question half unsaid
A choice not mine
A path misread
Windows flicker
Counting slow
What secrets keep
What shadows know
Chrome steals fragments
Gran's soft laugh
Pop's silence mapped across the path
Sky pulled thin
A stretched disguise
Like tension held behind its eyes
My grip tightens
Throttle breathes
Red turns green; the engine seethes
Traffic signals mark the gaps
In all the truths that slipped the traps
The city hushes
Holds its breath
Pavement hums like whispered death
I don't slow
I don't explain
This is decision
Because the lack of one
Just wouldn't feel right