[VERSE 1]
I wake up mid-thought again
like something carried over
my mouth still shaped around a word
I don’t remember forming
the room looks almost right
but slightly out of phase
like it’s been rebuilt from memory
by someone who misplaces days
there’s sunlight on the carpet
but I can’t tell what time it is
and my brain insists I’ve already
lived this exact image
I stand too still to test it
like movement might break the spell
but nothing breaks, it only deepens
what I can’t quite tell
[PRE-CHORUS]
and I try to anchor myself
to anything that feels real
but even certainty feels borrowed
when I don’t know what I feel
[CHORUS]
I think I woke up somewhere else
and I can’t find the return
where every memory feels like smoke
that I’m supposed to learn
and I don’t know what I dreamed
or what I kept instead
I think I woke up somewhere else
inside my own head
[VERSE 2]
there’s a glass half full of water
that I don’t remember pouring
and a chair slightly turned
like someone left mid-story
my phone lights up with messages
that feel pre-written somehow
like I replied in another life
and forgot how
and I scroll for something solid
but even words feel thin
like they’ve been translated badly
from a language I was in
and I start to doubt the order
of everything I’ve done
like I’m watching a recording
of a life I never won
[PRE-CHORUS]
and I know I should be certain
I know I should be clear
but clarity feels fictional
when everything feels near
[CHORUS]
I think I woke up somewhere else
and the edges won’t hold still
like reality is changing
based on what I feel
and I don’t know what I dreamed
or what I kept instead
I think I woke up somewhere else
and it follows in my head
[VERSE 3]
people speak like they know me
but their words feel out of sync
like they’re talking to a version
I can’t quite think
I nod like I remember
but it’s more like I pretend
like I’m editing my answers
while the moment never ends
and every place feels layered
like I’ve walked it in a dream
and every sound feels doubled
between what is and what seems
and I wonder if I fractured
into versions I don’t meet
living parallel reactions
to the same repeating street
[PRE-CHORUS]
and maybe I’m just tired
or maybe I’m not here
or maybe “here” is something
that only disappears
[CHORUS]
I think I woke up somewhere else
and I can’t tell what is mine
like every version of the world
is slightly out of time
and I don’t know what I dreamed
or what I kept instead
I think I woke up somewhere else
and it’s living in my head
[BRIDGE]
and if I close my eyes too long
I almost recognise
a place that feels more honest
than anything that’s real outside
maybe I didn’t move at all
maybe I stayed the same
and everything around me
just forgot my name
or maybe I’m the echo
of a life I never led
looping through the fragments
of what someone else said
and I don’t know which is heavier
the dream or what is true
because both keep rearranging
what I thought I knew
Rin
