not yours, no̶t̶ mine
- HEARTBEAT ABSENT
- SLEEP UNAVAILABLE
- ONE WORD STRUCK THROUGH
“I don't miss you, I miss the point”
She used to fall asleep counting someone else's heartbeat. A year later the handwriting still lives under her skin, and what she reaches for at night is the weight, the warmth and the rhythm, whoever it belonged to.
Filed in earlier drafts as "Dice": the love was a bet she placed knowing the odds. On the sleeve, the second "not" is struck through.
LYRICS / TRANSCRIPT
Verse 1
I used to sleep on borrowed time
Your chest, my quiet country
I'd count the beats until they aligned
With something close to mercy
Your hands were slow in my hair
Like the world had stopped its turning
I didn't know I was learning
How to rest inside a lie
Pre-Chorus
I rolled the dice and lost the night
I rolled the dice and lost my quiet
Chorus
Now I can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours, not mine
Just the silence where a body
Used to keep the time
I lay awake and reach for something
That was never really mine
Can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours
Not mine
(Not yours, not mine)
Verse 2
One year and your handwriting still lives in me
Like water stains that dried beneath the skin
I've named you, I've survived you, tried to be free
The body still flinches where your hands used to reach
Some nights it isn't you I want
Just the weight, the warmth, the rhythm
Something holding me together
While I'm coming apart
From within
Pre-Chorus
I rolled the dice and lost the night
I rolled the dice and lost myself
Chorus
Now I can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours, not mine
Just the silence where a body
Used to keep the time
I lay awake and reach for something
That was never really mine
Can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours
Not mine
Bridge
It's not you
I know it's not you
It's just the sound of being held
When every hell came loose
The dark beneath your ribcage
A room I used to breathe into
I don't miss you, I miss the point to—
Try luck in a quiet bet
No winning, no regret
Just a gamble in a love that fades
With every little breath
Middle Eight
I learned to rest inside a lie
And now the lie won't hold me tight
I've forgotten how to sleep
Without a cold heartbeat
Final Chorus
Now I can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours, not mine
Just the silence where a body
Used to keep the time
I lay awake and reach for something
That was never really mine
Can't hear a heartbeat
Not yours
Not mine
Outro
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice
And swear your love's for me
Nothing can compare
To when you roll the dice
And swear your love's for me
- ARTIST
- Haylie Ferguson
- EDITION
- the bell jar: victoria lucas
- LABEL
- Maison Oblique Entertainment