[Verse 1]
[soft breathy tone]
It’s 4:23,
I’ve been staring at the fan
[slight sigh in voice]
Making shapes out of the spinning
Like it’s gonna tell me who I am.
[barely sung, almost spoken]
I took too much again,
Just wanted to feel less,
But now I can’t even cry—
[soft head voice]
Guess that’s still progress.
[Pre-Chorus]
[gentle hum builds tension]
Why’s it so quiet
When my brain’s so loud?
Every thought just drips like wax
But I can’t put the candle out.
[silent inhale]
[Chorus]
[falsetto float]
I’m too high to feel it,
Too gone to care,
[echo breath]
Laying in this empty bed
Like there’s no one there.
[soft harmony hum under “miss you”]
I don’t even miss you,
I don’t even try—
[ghostly harmony on “floating”]
I don’t feel broken,
Just floating in the high.
[quieter, almost whispering]
Is this what peace is,
Or did I disappear?
I’m too high to sleep,
Too numb to shed a tear.
[Verse 2]
[spoken-sung tone, dazed]
Used to dream in color,
Now it’s all grayscale.
Eyes open, heart shut,
Even memories feel pale.
[slow drag between lines]
Wanna scream, but I hum,
Wanna run, but I sway—
[pitched inhale]
A puppet made of smoke
That fades if you look my way.
[Pre-Chorus]
[sustained hum on “echo”]
These walls don’t echo,
They just watch me fold.
[flat, disillusioned tone]
I’m not scared of the silence,
I’m just scared I’m getting old.
[Chorus]
[crack in voice on “feel it”]
I’m too high to feel it,
Too gone to care,
Laying in this empty bed
Like there’s no one there.
[low hum under “miss you”]
I don’t even miss you,
I don’t even try—
I don’t feel broken,
Just floating in the high.
[delayed breath between lines]
Is this what peace is,
Or did I disappear?
I’m too high to sleep,
Too numb to shed a tear.
[Bridge]
[soft whisper, shaky breath]
Will I come down,
Or did I let go?
[voice tremble]
Will I wake up,
Or just dissolve slow?
Can’t tell if I’m healing
Or losing what’s left—
[small vocal crack]
Can’t even feel the weight
On my chest...
[Final Chorus – fragile falsetto]
I’m too high to feel it,
Too gone to care,
[long exhale before “halos”]
Tracing halos in the air
Like there’s something there.
[gentle echo harmonies]
I don’t even miss you,
I don’t even try—
Maybe that’s the reason
I still feel high.
[Outro – nearly spoken, fading breath]
No dreams, no fears,
Just the hum in my ear...
[whispered]
I’m too high to sleep,
And too far to be near.
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