(minimal piano, almost clinical silence) Verse 1 (spoken, close mic, shaky) I tell my therapist I think I’ve started living two lives and one of them is fake but I can’t remember which one she means In the lucid dreams I don’t walk I arrive already mid-conversation already forgiven for things I haven’t done yet She writes something down I try to read it upside down but the letters keep rearranging like they’re in on it too Pre-Chorus (tight, uneasy repetition) I say I’m fine I say I’m fine I say it until it stops sounding like me Chorus (band enters, restrained but wide, emotional crack in voice) And I only wake up when I’m dreaming and I only feel you when I’m leaving every night I build a world I can’t stay in every morning I forget why I’m breathing I call your name in rooms that don’t exist and they answer like they’ve missed me and I swear I’m not lost I’m just somewhere better for a minute for a minute Verse 2 (spoken, more unravelling) She asks if I can control it I say yes but only the parts that don’t matter Like gravity like time like whether I forgive myself in the third act In the dream I can touch your shoulder and you don’t disappear that’s how I know it’s not real nothing real ever lets me keep anything Pre-Chorus I say I’m fine but my mouth doesn’t believe it anymore Chorus (bigger, strings creeping in) And I only wake up when I’m dreaming and I only stay when I’m leaving I keep building homes inside my sleep just to lose them in the morning And I call your name like it has power like it ever did like it ever did Bridge (spoken word, breaking rhythm, almost confession) My therapist says “try grounding techniques” So I name things The chair the clock my hands but I don’t say I’ve seen all of this before in a place that feels more real than this room ever will Final Chorus (full collapse, wide cinematic swell) And I only wake up when I’m dreaming and I only feel alive when I’m leaving every night I die a little more gently every morning I come back incomplete I call your name until it stops meaning anything until it starts meaning everything until I don’t know which world is mine I don’t know which world is mine I don’t know which world is mine Outro (piano, decaying strings, unresolved) She asks how it makes me feel I say “it makes me feel like I’m almost home” and then I wake up again wrong place again
