[Verse 1 – soft guitar, intimate]
I wake up with my heartbeat running wild,
Like it’s tryna outrun every thought I’ve ever filed.
Room’s too quiet, but the silence is loud,
Feels like the whole world’s watching even when there’s no crowd.
My coffee shakes before my own hands do,
Hate how the morning always comes with bad news.
I trace the sunlight creeping under my door—
Another day pretending I’m not shaken to the core.
[Pre-Chorus – slow build]
And I don’t know why
My mind hits like headlights—
Blinding, rushing,
Always crushing
Every calm I try to find.
[Chorus – big indie rock bloom]
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune it out,
Feels like I’m screaming but there’s no sound.
Pacing through the room like I’m walking on glass,
Heart in my throat, waiting for it to pass.
Oh, this anxious heartbeat—
Yeah, it’s beating me down softly.
[Post-Chorus Hook – haunting, repeatable]
Can’t turn it down…
Can’t tune it out…
(static, static… louder now)
[Verse 2 – guitars open up]
Carved a pathway in the floor from all my pacing,
Every step a quiet war that I’m still facing.
My friends say “you’re fine,” but they don’t feel the quake
Of trying to breathe steady when your chest starts to shake.
I wear confidence like a thrift-store coat—
Looks okay, but it never really keeps out the cold.
Catch my reflection in the TV glow—
I look like someone I used to know.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I don’t know why
My chest feels like fault lines—
Cracking open,
Barely hoping
One day it won’t feel like this inside.
[Chorus – fuller, heavier]
There’s static in my head, I can’t tune it out,
Feels like I’m screaming but there’s no sound.
Pacing through the room like I’m walking on glass,
Heart in my throat, waiting for it to pass.
Oh, this anxious heartbeat—
Yeah, it’s beating me down softly.
[Post-Chorus Hook – echoing]
Can’t turn it down…
Can’t tune it out…
(static, static… louder now)
[Bridge – dreamy, emotional explosion]
I’m learning not every thought is the truth,
Some are just echoes I picked up in my youth.
Maybe I’m not broken, maybe I’m just bruised—
Healing isn’t failing, it’s something I choose.
All this noise inside me—
I swear I’m trying to quiet it kindly.
Maybe someday I’ll breathe without shaking…
But I’m not done fighting.
[Final Chorus – lifted, hopeful but real]
There’s static in my head, but I’m fighting now,
Even when I feel like I’m burning out.
Standing in the storm with my trembling hands,
Maybe healing starts with learning to stand.
Oh, this anxious heartbeat—
It’s still beating for me.
[Outro – soft, fading]
Can’t turn it down…
Can’t tune it out…
(static… softer now)
Bluejay
