Woke Up Too Early (Still Thinking About Her)

Early Morniing wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be asleep, like a normal human being. But my brain had other plans, mostly reruns of conversations I should’ve had, texts I shouldn’t have sent, and her laugh, which now lives rent-free in the echo chamber of my caffeine-fueled regrets.

I got out of bed around 5:17 AM. 

Not to seize the day, but to escape the pillow that still smelled a little like her shampoo. I brewed coffee strong enough to legally qualify as a controlled substance, opened up my gear, and tried to turn that quiet ache into something gentle. Something that wouldn’t cry in public, but might tear up a little watching old cat videos.

That’s how this beat came to be: not with fireworks or fanfare, but with soft chords, sleepy drums, and the kind of hope that tiptoes in through half-closed blinds. It’s a track for mornings when you're still holding someone’s ghost by the wrist, just loosely enough to pretend you let go.

I wouldn’t say this track fixed anything. But it helped. Sometimes you don’t need closure, you just need a groove that understands.

☕ Listen here: https://linkco.re/0Dgqaggs?lang=en