[Verse 1]
My old map’s full of warning signs,
back roads leading back to hurt.
Every landmark says, ‘You’re not enough,’
every detour stained with dirt.
I could drive it with my eyes closed,
know exactly where I’ll cry.
Same small town of disappointment,
same old ‘why do I still try?’
[Pre-Chorus]
But there’s a road I’ve never taken,
lit up by a different kind of light.
It scares me more than all the wreckage,
’cause it doesn’t look like night.
[Chorus]
So I’m drawing a new map on this shaking skin,
learning that fear doesn’t always mean ‘don’t begin.’
Letting my body feel the tremor and stay,
teaching my heart that it’s safe to delay
the urge to run, the need to flee
I can be scared and still let love near me.
My old map kept me alive,
but this new map might let me live.
[Verse 2]
You’re standing at the border line,
no pressure in your hands.
You say, ‘We can go as slow as you need,
I’m not asking for demands.’
My instinct is to sprint backwards,
call you ‘too much,’ call me ‘too weak.’
But somewhere underneath the panic
is a quiet voice that speaks:
[Pre-Chorus]
What if discomfort’s just the feeling
of growing past what you’ve outgrown?
What if this terrain feels foreign
’cause it’s not built from being alone?
[Chorus]
So I’m drawing a new map on this tender heart,
letting softness be a place, not a warning to depart.
Letting you sit in my living room of nerves,
while I learn I don’t have to earn what I deserve.
I can shake and still stay put,
let love trace paths where fear once stood.
My old map kept me alive,
but this new map might let me thrive.
[Bridge]
This isn’t about never being triggered,
or pretending I’m suddenly brave.
It’s about holding my own hand
when all my edges start to cave.
If everything collapses,
if you turn out not to stay
I wanna know I chose connection
instead of numbness, anyway.
[Final Chorus]
So I’m drawing a new map with every choice to stay,
every time I breathe instead of pushing you away.
Let my body learn in real time
that soft doesn’t equal threat.
That love can be a steady river,
not a storm I just forget.
My old map wrote pain as fate,
but this new one dares to say:
I can choose a different road,
and still make it out okay.