Cut The Anchor

(Verse 1)

The bottle hits the counter like a gavel in the dark

Another night of dodging every jagged spark

I’m wearing this persona like a costume, stiff and thin

Hiding all the shaking happening underneath my skin.

The shouting in the hallway means it’s time to disappear

To the only corner of the world where I can hide the fear

But the silence is a vacuum, and the isolation stings

Until I’m reaching for the sharpest edge of what the darkness brings.

(Verse 2)

They want a perfect daughter, one made of stone

While they’re drowning in the bourbon in a house that’s not a home

I’m painting on a smile just to keep myself alive

But it’s hard to be a masterpiece when you’re fighting to survive.

I carved my own map out of desperation and the red

Trying to find a way to quiet down my head

But the marks are just a symptom of a fever I can’t break

In a life that’s built on every single breath I have to fake.

(Chorus)

So cut the anchor, let the ghosts go cold

You’re more than every lie that you’ve been told

Through the hollow of the night

There’s a jagged little path leading back into the light

You’re not a tragedy, you’re not a broken thing

You’re the winter turning into spring.

(Bridge)

You’re leaning on that bedroom door, a ghost in your own hall

Watching shadows of the bottle dance against the wall

And I know you’re looking for a way to make the thoughts cease

To find a moments silence or a sense of peace.

The marks you carry don't define the life you’re meant to lead

There’s a different kind of strength in finding everything you need.

You can drop the heavy mask they made, let the healing finally start

There’s a world that wants to keep you, every piece and part.

(Chorus)

So cut the anchor, let the ghosts go cold

You’re more than every lie that you’ve been told

Through the hollow of the night

There’s a jagged little path leading back into the light

You’re not a tragedy, you’re not a broken thing

You’re the winter turning into spring.

(Outro)

Throw away the costume, let the scars begin to heal

There’s a world outside this room that is gentle, kind, and real.

The bottle isn’t your burden, and the shame was never yours

There are people waiting for you outside these heavy doors.

(Spoken softly in a comforting tone)

You aren't alone.