Sightline

[ Lyrics ]

Looked right through you, right at me.

Looked right through you, right at me.

City lights on the rooftop, cold glass in my hand,
little spark in the distance — wasn’t part of the plan.
You turned, caught my silhouette, smiled like we shared a joke,
but the punchline’s been over for six months and smoke.
I didn’t flinch, didn’t freeze, didn’t play it small,
just held my sip like I owned the whole wall.
You took one step, then another — I stayed in my frame,
my spine like steel, not a trace of your name.

And I remember how you’d whisper, 'You were always so loud,'
like confidence was a sin in our clouded-out house.
But the silence I wore? That was performance, not peace.
Now the weight’s off my voice — I don’t need your release.

I looked right through you, right at me,
proved the reflection was all I need.
No anger, no tears, just a sip and a glance,
rewrote the script in a single glance.
I looked right through you, right at me —
finally seen, finally free.

You paused mid-stride, caught in the frequency,
realized I wasn’t hiding — I was just… living.
No side-eye, no drama, no need to retreat,
just a woman who finally fits in her seat.
The crowd swayed close, laughter bounced off the glass,
but your orbit felt smaller than the ice in my glass.
You reached for a line, but the air cut it clean —
no tether, no tension, no should’ve, no mean.

And I remember how you said, 'You’ll come back when you’re tired,'
like my love was a coat left behind in the fire.
But I’m not returning — I’m not even going,
'cause the home I was missing was inside all this knowing.

I looked right through you, right at me,
proved the reflection was all I need.
No anger, no tears, just a sip and a glance,
rewrote the script in a single glance.
I looked right through you, right at me —
finally seen, finally free.

You wanted a battle, you wanted regret,
a crack in my calm, a knee in the chest.
But I’ve been rebuilding with every small choice,
no more second-guessing, no more soft voice.
I’m not your redemption, I’m not your mistake —
I’m the quiet you made… that you couldn’t take.

I looked right through you, right at me,
proved the reflection was all I need.
No anger, no tears, just a sip and a glance,
rewrote the script in a single glance.
I looked right through you, right at me —
finally seen, finally free.
'Right at me!' — 

Right through you… right at me.