The Day’s Gone Now

Описание: The Day’s Gone Now is a quiet lo-fi song about those days where nothing really happens — and somehow everything feels heavier because of it.

It’s about lying on the sofa, scrolling, watching time slip past, and knowing you should move… but not being able to.

Not sadness exactly.
More like being gently stuck.

I wrote this for anyone who’s ever looked up and realised the whole day has gone, and all you’ve done is exist inside your own head.

– Paul

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
It’s 2 PM on a Saturday, the sun is on the wall
I’ve got a list of simple things I promised I’d install
But I’m horizontal on the sofa, scrolling through a feed
Of people living louder lives I didn’t know I’d need
The fridge is full of food I bought with optimistic plans
But the effort to just make a sandwich feels like moving foreign lands

[Chorus]
I hate this part of me that watches time just slide
That chooses the easy ache over the harder pride
’Cause procrastination isn’t lazy, it’s a kind of quiet fear
That tomorrow I’ll look back and wish today was here

[Verse 2]
I boot up the console, tell myself I’ll play for just an hour
But I end up in the menu, paralysed by some strange power
The controller’s in my hands, but I’m not really there
Watching clips of nothing, going absolutely nowhere
The hours bleed like watercolours, graying out the light
And the only thing I’ve finished is the slow decay of night

[Chorus]
I hate this part of me that watches time just slide
That chooses the easy ache over the harder pride
’Cause procrastination isn’t lazy, it’s a kind of quiet fear
That tomorrow I’ll look back and wish today was here

[Bridge]
Maybe it’s not laziness, maybe it’s the weight of possibility
Maybe every open door feels like a threat to the fragile part of me
That knows how to be still, knows how to hide in the in-between
Where nothing gets broken because nothing gets seen

[Verse 3]
Now the streetlights glow through curtains and the day has slipped away
I didn’t call my mother, didn’t clean, I just delayed
I just existed in the limbo between wanting and the act
A passenger in a life I’m meant to steer
And maybe in the morning, I’ll feel shame for how I spent
Or maybe just a tenderness for where my mind went

[Final Chorus]
I hate this part of me that watches time just slide
That chooses the easy ache over the harder pride
’Cause procrastination isn’t lazy, it’s a kind of quiet fear
That tomorrow I’ll look back and wish today was here —
Instead of disappearing

[Outro]
So here’s to wasted days and fridge-light contemplation
To the ghost of motivation and its quiet resignation
I’m still here. That counts for something, I suppose.
The day’s gone now.
We’ll see how tomorrow goes.

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