3. What is the Cost of Loss? — Lyrics
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What is the cost of loss?
When the rocks still moss?
When the ocean crawls?
dragging all my thoughts along
Can you put a penny on pity?
Count the cracks in a breaking heart
keep running the same old numbers
they never add up to a fresh start
[Chorus]
What is the cost of loss?
When the world keeps moving on?
When the waves still reach for shore?
As though nothing’s wrong
As though nothing’s gone
Can you put a penny on pity?
When the heart is breaking slow
If love was worth a fortune
Tell me…
(pause)
What do I have to show?
[Verse 2]
All of the ifs and maybes
Pile up in the kitchen sink
I stare at the dirty dishes
silence does the talking I can’t speak
I heard time heals everything
time won’t cash this check
I’m rich in old apologies
each one just bounces back
[Chorus]
What is the cost of loss?
When the world keeps moving on?
When the waves still reach for shore?
As though nothing’s wrong
As though nothing’s gone
Can you put a penny on pity?
When the heart is breaking slow
If love was worth a fortune
Tell me…
(pause)
What do I have to show?
[Bridge]
Is it measured in nights
I don’t sleep?
…I just wait…
Is it counted in calls
I don’t make?
…I’m too late…
If I sold my pride for a second chance
Would it change the end?
Or is the cost of loss
Learning that some debts never close?
[Chorus]
What is the cost of loss?
When the world keeps moving on?
When the waves still reach for shore?
As though nothing’s wrong
As though nothing’s gone
Can you put a penny on pity?
When the heart is breaking slow
If love was worth a fortune
Tell me…
(pause)
What do I have to show?
(what do I have to show)
About This Song
Much of this song came out in minutes while I was standing in the kitchen, with my journal that I keep a photo of my granny and I on.
Grief wants math.
It wants totals.
It wants proof that the pain meant something measurable.
Cost of Loss lives in that tension — the place where the world keeps moving while something inside stays at the sink, staring at the same dishes, running the same numbers.
I wrote this song in ordinary space.
Kitchen space.
Domestic space.
The place where grief actually shows up. In silence, in routines, in the moments where time keeps passing and something in you doesn’t move with it.
Numbers that don’t resolve
Pennies.
Checks.
Accounts.
Debts.
The song borrows the language of money because grief tries to turn love into something it can count. Something it can balance. Something that might finally close.
But some things don’t.
Some losses don’t settle.
Some questions don’t resolve.
Some debts don’t end — they just change shape.
This song doesn’t argue with that.
It lets the question stay open.
Why it sits here in the album
INTERLVDE is about the in-between.
After the circle is cast in MMRP, this song lets the weight speak plainly. No symbols to decode. No ritual to perform. Just the human voice asking, What did this cost me?
It’s an honest pause before the album moves further outward — into birds, dreams, mirrors, and play.
This song keeps the record grounded.
What I was learning
I wasn’t trying to answer the question.
I was learning how to stand inside it without rushing past.
Sometimes grief doesn’t want comfort.
It wants witness.
This song is that.
Thank you for sitting with it.
Thank you for not hurrying the question.
A little crow’s on the wire,
keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
