Verse 1
The fluorescent lights have a hum I can’t ignore
Like a thousand tiny needles pressing through the floor
You’re talking about the weather, or the weekend, or the game
But the rhythm of your breathing doesn't always feel the same.
I’m cataloging gestures, I’m checking every box
While my mind is busy picking at a dozen different locks
Trying to find the exit, or the words I’m meant to say
Before the social battery just flickers right away.
Chorus
And the world is far too loud, and the room is far too small
I’m building up my armor just to weather through it all
It’s a storm inside a teapot, it’s a wire pulled too tight
It’s the shaking in my fingers in the middle of the night.
It’s not that I am broken, it’s just a different frequency
But the static and the anxiety are drowning out the me.
Verse 2
I’ve got a script for every person, a mask for every street
I rehearse the "hello"s and the "how-are-you"s we meet
But the script is missing pages and the ink is running dry
And I’m terrified you’ll see the panic dancing in my eye.
A change in the direction, a plan that didn't hold
Feels like a sudden winter, feels like losing all control
And I know I’m "overreacting"—at least that’s what they’ll tell me
But the ocean’s in my lungs and I’m struggling to be.
Chorus
Because the world is far too loud, and the room is far too small
I’m building up my armor just to weather through it all
It’s a storm inside a teapot, it’s a wire pulled too tight
It’s the shaking in my fingers in the middle of the night.
It’s not that I am broken, it’s just a different frequency
But the static and the anxiety are drowning out the me.
Bridge
Give me a quiet corner. Give me a heavy weight.
Give me a moment’s silence so my heart can calibrate.
I’m tired of the masking, I’m tired of the "fine"
I’m trying to bridge the distance between your world and mine.
Outro
The lights are still humming...
The room is still spinning...
But I’m still here.
Yeah, I’m still here.
(Slow fade)
Just let the static...
Clear.
ITxKyra
