Focus Slipping Through

Alarm rings

hit snooze

hit snooze

miss morning

Phone glow

three apps

one thought

distorting

Keys in my hand

but my wallet in the fridge

Half toast on the plate

I forget I gotta live

Start dishes

see mail

open one, see a code

Google that

end up deep in some rabbit hole

Five tabs

five plans

none land, all spin

Head loud like a crowd

in an empty gym

Every little thing got my brain in a chokehold

Tryna grab one thought

but they all let go

Lists on lists

and I lose ’em on the way

I’m busy in my head

but I’m stuck all day

Focus slipping through my fingers (through my fingers)

Like water I can’t hold

I swear I’m trying, trying, trying

Feels like running in a storm, in slow-mo

Focus slipping through my fingers

Don’t treat me like I’m lazy or cold

I’m fighting in the quiet of my skull

You just see me scrolling on my phone

Teacher said, “So smart

if you’d only apply it”

Boss says, “Great start”

then the email goes silent

Friends think I flake

when I ghost on the plans

Didn’t choose to forget

it just fell from my hands

Room got piles

of the things I meant to do

Half-read books

half-built truths

I got fire in my brain

it just burns sideways

Blame game loop

every night, same phrase

Why can’t I just sit

just lock in, just stay?

Why my mind change channels

in the middle of the game?

I’m not broken

just wired like a storm in a jar

When I hit that hyper-focus

I’m a rocket to Mars (yeah)

Every little thing got my brain in a chokehold

Tryna grab one thought

but they all let go

Lists on lists

and I lose ’em on the way

I’m busy in my head

but I’m stuck all day

Focus slipping through my fingers (through my fingers)

Like water I can’t hold

I swear I’m trying, trying, trying

Feels like running in a storm, in slow-mo

Focus slipping through my fingers

Don’t treat me like I’m lazy or cold

I’m fighting in the quiet of my skull

You just see me scrolling on my phone

I’m more than the mess, than the missed deadlines

More than the “almost,” more than “you’ll be fine”

Give me room, give me tools, give me time, I’ll grow

I’m a maze in the making

just walk me slow (walk me slow)

Every little thing got my brain in a chokehold

Tryna grab one thought

but they all let go

Lists on lists

and I lose ’em on the way

I’m busy in my head

but I’m stuck all day

Focus slipping through my fingers (through my fingers)

Like water I can’t hold

I swear I’m trying, trying, trying

Feels like running in a storm, in slow-mo

Focus slipping through my fingers

But I’m learning how to hold my own

Turn the chaos into something I can show

Watch me turn this scattered into gold