Sink to the Ceiling

Yeah

I been quiet

Too quiet

Listen

Room dark, phone face-down

Group chat lit, I ain’t came ’round

Left them all on read like a tombstone

Say I’m “good bro” in the same tone

Sink in the mattress, hours in a scroll

Timeline full, but my chest got a hole

Mama call twice, let it ring, let it ring

Can’t pick up, I don’t got anything

I don’t wanna be here, don’t wanna go home

Stuck in the middle of the unknown

Everybody talkin’, “you’re not alone”

But you don’t see the weight in my headphones

Heart so heavy it could break the floor

Smile in the pics, but I shake indoors

If I disappear, will they check that door?

I don’t wanna be here, don’t wanna breathe no more

Cold shower, eyes on the tile

Water run hot, I don’t move for a while

Therapist say “gotta write what you feel”

But the pen don’t move when the pain too real

Sleep all day, then I stare at the ceiling

Argue with the voice that keep stealin’ my meaning

Friends say “pull up,” I just lie, say I’m tired

Really I’m afraid they’ll see the world on fire

Tell me, if I vanished for a week

Would my name just fade in the feed?

Would they say “damn, man, that’s so deep”

Then forget me by the end of the week? (yeah)

I’m tryna hold on with a cracked hand

Prayin’ that tomorrow I can stand, I can stand