[Verse 1 — low baritone, fingerpicked acoustic]
The clock keeps cutting circles
through another sleepless room.
Morning bleeds across the window,
and the screen comes glowing blue.
Same chair, same four walls,
same numbers staring back.
Another day gets measured
by everything I lack.
[Verse 2 — distant piano]
A voice comes through the headset.
I know exactly what to say.
I make another stranger promises
I struggle to believe each day.
Then silence fills the bedroom
when another name falls through.
The house is all around me—
and somehow on the line here too.
[Pre-Chorus — strings begin underneath]
The beams have started bending.
There's a tremor in the frame.
But nobody sees a fracture
when the walls remain the same.
[Chorus — drums enter hard]
I'm load-bearing,
every pound comes down through me.
Every number, every dollar,
every mouth I've got to feed.
And the foundation keeps on shifting
while I hold another floor.
Everybody sees a shelter.
Nobody sees
the damage
anymore.
[Verse 3 — acoustic + low drums]
I've gotten good at normal.
That's a terrifying skill.
A steady voice through headphones
while everything inside goes still.
Ten feet away there's laughter.
A whole life beyond this screen.
Close enough that I can hear it.
Farther than it's ever been.
[Pre-Chorus — harder]
Another week gets counted.
Another name erased.
Another empty column
staring quietly in my face.
The numbers never raise their voice.
They never have to scream.
A little red beside your name
can tear apart a week.
[Chorus — full band]
I'm load-bearing,
every pound comes down through me.
Every deadline, every dollar,
every version I should be.
And the foundation keeps on shifting
while I hold another floor.
Everybody sees a shelter.
Nobody sees
what holding it
is for.
[Bridge — everything falls away except piano]
There's a house becoming home now.
Boxes waiting to be moved.
Rooms I've already pictured.
A future almost close enough to touch.
And somewhere between tomorrow
and the numbers on this screen,
I've started measuring the man I am
by what I can provide
instead of who I've been.
[Instrumental rise]
[Final Chorus — huge, strained vocal]
I'M LOAD-BEARING—
FEEL THE WHOLE DAMN STRUCTURE SHAKE.
EVERY PROMISE ADDS ANOTHER
THING I'M TERRIFIED COULD BREAK.
THE FOUNDATION KEEPS ON MOVING.
STILL I HOLD ANOTHER FLOOR.
EVERYBODY SEES A SHELTER—
NOBODY SEES
THE MAN
INSIDE IT ANYMORE.
[Extended Guitar Solo — 60 seconds]
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