The Forest by DCBROOKS2 - Zona

The Forest by DCBROOKS2 - Zona

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

[Em]Tiptoe on a tightrope trail through [C]timber, midnight microdose

[G]Branches like they autograph the [D]sky with shadow, spiral strokes

[Em]Heart is doing parkour in my [C]chest, it skips, then triple-steps

[G]Every cricket’s spitting riddles, [D]rhythm in the thistle beds

[Em]Moon is spilling silver on the [C]dirt like loose change on a bet

[G]Owls are side-eye interviewers, [D]judging every move I sweat

[Em]Wind is whispering conspiracy [C]theories with the leaves

[G]Like, “You ain’t here for cardio, [D]you’re chasing who you used to be”

[Pre-Chorus]

[Am]I ain’t sure what [C]dragged me out, I just [G]had to hear this haunt

[D]Forest got my [Em]history in its [C]fist like something it wants

[Am]Every root is [C]rumor, every [G]stone a subtle clue

[D]Somewhere in these [Em]shadows is the [C]version that I outgrew

[Chorus]

[Em]So I walk, and I [C]walk through the black between the [G]trees

Dodging [D]memories like low branches swinging [Em]right past my beliefs

Every [C]footstep feels like punctuation [G]chasing down my lines

But the [D]plot keeps re-rewinding in my [Em]mind

I keep [C]calling out a name that I [G]never learned to say

’Cause it’s [D]less a person, more the ghost I [Em]chased away

So I [C]walk, and I walk till the [G]night peels thin

[D]Hunting for a door I can [Em]fall back in

[Verse 2]

[Em]Deeper where the path gets passive-[C]aggressive, starts to fade

[G]Sticks are spelling out my habits, [D]all my slip-ups in the clay

[Em]Spiderwebs are Wi-Fi cables [C]hooked up to my guilty thoughts

[G]Every thread’s a “what if,” [D]tangled into Gordian knots

[Em]Then I see this little cabin like a [C]memory went 3D

[G]Smoke spelling out speech bubbles, [D]cartoon comfort over me

[Em]There’s a welcome mat that’s laughing, [C]“Where you been, kid, take a seat?”

[G]Doorknob looking like a countdown [D]ticking underneath my feet

[Pre-Chorus]

[Am]I don’t know who’s [C]behind it, but the [G]air says, “This is yours”

[D]Every board is [Em]squeaking like it’s [C]heard this all before

[Am]Hand is hovering, [C]hovering, [G]hovering, no knock

[D]Whole forest holds its [Em]breath like it’s [C]waiting for the shock

[Chorus]

[Em]So I walk, and I [C]walk up the steps, edge of [G]light

With my [D]mouth full of apologies I [Em]never got right

Every [C]creak is like a confession, every [G]shadow underline

Of the [D]chapters I keep skipping in my [Em]mind

I keep [C]reaching for that handle like I’m [G]tuning some old chord

But my [D]fingers freeze mid-fret and cut the [Em]song off short

Yeah, I [C]stand, statue-still, on the [G]porch of “might”

[D]Balanced on the breath of [Em]midnight

[Bridge]

[Am]Then the floor glitches [C]out, pixels [G]scatter, screen goes white

[D]Moon folds up like [Em]paper, forest [C]crumples into light

[Am]Alarm clock doing [C]death metal on my [G]nightstand by my head

[D]Drag me out that [Em]wooded wonder, dump me [C]back into my bed

[Am]Ceiling cracks the [C]constellations, [G]traffic hums where rivers ran

[Chorus]