Close to What Is Me – Sebastian Nilo

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At the end of the night, when the glasses stop speaking and the chairs are already upside down, some truths finally become audible.

“Close to What Is Me” is a quiet return through mirrors, borrowed faces, old noise, and the small fire that keeps moving underneath everything.

A late-hour blues/soul confession for the part of us that stops performing, stops explaining, and simply comes back home.

At the end of the night, when the glasses stop speaking and the chairs are already upside down, some truths finally become audible.

“Close to What Is Me” is a quiet return through mirrors, borrowed faces, old noise, and the small fire that keeps moving underneath everything.

A late-hour blues/soul confession for the part of us that stops performing, stops explaining, and simply comes back home.

The room is almost empty now
The lights are low and kind
A glass is turning slowly
In a corner of my mind

I wore a hundred faces
Just to make the silence leave
But every borrowed answer
Took me further from what breathes

And I don’t need the noise tonight
I don’t need the crowd to see
There’s a door inside the darkness
And it opens back to me

So I stay
Close to what is me
Close to the scar
Close to the sea

Close to the words
I was afraid to believe
When the world lets go
I stay close to what is me

I chased the louder places
Where the mirrors knew my name
I smiled in perfect pictures
With my hands around a flame

Some love was only thunder
Some truth was dressed as need
Some roads looked like freedom
But they never carried me

Now the bartender is sweeping
And the moon is on the floor
I can hear my own heart asking
What I was running for

So I stay
Close to what is me
Close to the hurt
That taught me how to breathe

Close to the hands
That never forced me to leave
When the world gets cold
I stay close to what is me

Maybe I was never lost
Maybe I was just too loud
Maybe I called it love
When I was begging from the crowd

Maybe all the broken nights
Were not trying to break me down
Maybe they were clearing space
For the voice I have now

So I stay
Close to what is me
Close to the fire
That still moves quietly

Close to the name
I don’t have to explain
Close to the love
That doesn’t ask me to change

And I stay
Close to what is me
Close to the scar
Close to the sea

Close to the truth
That finally let me be
When the whole world fades
I stay close to what is me

The chairs are on the tables
The morning’s in the street
But something in this silence
Has carried me to me