[Verse 1]
Backstage bathroom
Head in the sink
Phone on mute
Can’t trust what I think
Flyer on the door
My face in the font
Whole town waiting
For a version I’m not
Promoter say “yo, five”
Hands start to shake
I been rehearsing my lines
For the panic attack
Smile in the mirror
Looks painted on thin
I rap about truth
But I’m lying with this grin
[Chorus]
I’m just tuning my brain like a broken guitar
Every string buzz, every fret leaves a scar
Crowd say “you a star,” I’m alone in the dark
Tryna sing through the static in my heart
I’m just tuning my brain, one note at a time
Some days it’s a hymn, some days it’s a crime
If you hear me off-key, don’t press rewind
I’m playing what’s real in a sick, tired mind
[Verse 2]
Calendar full
But my bed like glue
Got a list of dreams
I can’t walk through
Doctor say “mood swings”
Write it on a chart
High like God
Then I fall apart
Voices in the corner
Calling me a fraud
They wear my clothes
They talk like God
ADHD thoughts
Doing laps in my skull
Twenty open tabs
And every one dull
Mania at midnight
Buy gear I can’t afford
Seven new ideas
Zero finished chords
Depression in the morning
Pull the blinds down low
Same T-shirt, same shame
Same canceled show
[Chorus]
I’m just tuning my brain like a broken guitar
Every string buzz, every fret leaves a scar
Crowd say “you a star,” I’m alone in the dark
Tryna sing through the static in my heart
I’m just tuning my brain, one note at a time
Some days it’s a hymn, some days it’s a crime
If you hear me off-key, don’t press rewind
I’m playing what’s real in a sick, tired mind
[Bridge]
They clap for the verses
Not the meds on the sink
They quote me online
Never ask how I think
If I vanish for a month
That’s a symptom, not a stunt
Some battles in my head
Never make it to the front
So if I miss that call
Or that stage, or that trend
I’m busy staying alive
Just to write again
[Chorus]
I’m just tuning my brain like a broken guitar
Every string buzz, every fret leaves a scar
Crowd say “you a star,” I’m alone in the dark
Tryna sing through the static in my heart
I’m just tuning my brain, one note at a time
Some days it’s a hymn, some days it’s a crime
If you hear me off-key, don’t press rewind
I’m playing what’s real in a sick, tired mind