[Intro]
I keep the curtains closed, but morning still gets in
Another day asking where I've been
[Verse 1]
Phone face down, three missed calls from my sister
I type “I’m fine,” then delete the little picture
Of the room I’m in, dishes stacked by the sink
I’ve been tired so long I forgot how to think
Everybody says, “You got so much to live for”
I know, but knowing ain’t the same as feeling sure
Some days my own name sounds strange in my head
Like I’m watching somebody else get out of bed
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t need a sermon, I don’t need a cure
Just sit beside the silence till I’m not alone in it anymore
[Chorus]
I’m carrying a weight that nobody can see
Trying not to disappear inside of me
If I say I’m tired, don’t tell me to be strong
Just remind me I’ve been here all along
I’m still here, even when the room goes black
Still here, trying to find my way back
No promise that tomorrow won’t be hard
But I’m holding on to one small part
[Verse 2]
Therapist asked what I feel, I said “nothing much”
Funny how a blank can weigh a hundred tons
I learned to make jokes when the panic starts rising
Turn a cracked little smile into professional hiding
Then I saw my old shoes by the front door
And remembered I used to walk farther than this before
So I stepped outside, let the cold hit my face
Not a miracle, just proof I could still change place
Called my sister back, let the phone ring twice
Said, “I’m not okay,” and she said, “That’s alright”
No fireworks, no answer carved in stone
Just somebody making sure I didn’t face it alone
[Chorus]
I’m carrying a weight that nobody can see
Trying not to disappear inside of me
If I say I’m tired, don’t tell me to be strong
Just remind me I’ve been here all along
I’m still here, even when the room goes black
Still here, trying to find my way back
No promise that tomorrow won’t be hard
But I’m holding on to one small part
[Bridge]
One glass of water, one window raised
One honest sentence on the hardest days
I don’t have to solve the rest tonight
I can borrow somebody else’s light
[Final Chorus]
I’m carrying a weight, but I don’t carry it alone
There’s a hand on the line, there’s a key in the door
If I say I’m tired, stay a minute more
I’m still here, and that means something
Still here, though my hands keep trembling
No promise that tomorrow won’t be hard
But I’m holding on to one small part
One small part
And I’m holding on
[Outro]
Curtains open just an inch
Morning doesn’t feel like mercy yet
But it’s here
And so am I