[female singer] I keep a folded note in my back pocket, creased soft from the times I’ve read it through. It says: get up, get dressed, move. Even when the room feels one step off. [female singer ] Some mornings show up irritated. Some mornings say my name like they’ve got the wrong address. [male singer ] Still, I splash water on my face. I turn the knob. I step into the cold and call that a start. [female singer] And if I shake, I shake. If I crack, I crack. I’m still here. I’m still here. [male singer] Still here. The dark knows where I sleep. Still here. It knows what I can’t keep. Let it knock. Let it scratch. Let it talk through the walls. I’ve been scared before. I know how to stand when I fall. [female singer] Still here. Still breathing. Still turning into something you couldn’t bury. [transition] [male singer] There was a stretch when the mailbox held nothing but late notices, when one dull week kept circling back in. I counted the plates just to prove the sink wasn’t making it up. [female singer] I learned what helps: the hiss of the bus doors, an orange split open with my thumb, a friend holding my gaze without trying to clean it up. [male singer] That kind of mercy doesn’t give a speech. It pulls up a chair. It stays long enough for the lamp to warm the wall. [female singer] And if I bend, I bend. If I bend, I still don’t disappear. I’m still here. I’m still here. [male singer] Still here. The dark knows where I sleep. Still here. It knows what I can’t keep. Let it knock. Let it scratch. Let it talk through the walls. I’ve been scared before. I’m learning what it costs to stall. [female singer] Still here. Still breathing. Still turning into something you couldn’t bury. [male singer] Listen— I’m not untouched. I’m learning the shape of what I’ve carried. That chipped cup still holds water. The door I thought was sealed opened when I reached for it. [female singer] Still here. The dark knows where I sleep. It knows every weak spot I tried to keep. Let it knock. Let it scratch. Let it talk through the walls. I’ve been scared before. I know the sound it makes when it calls. [male singer] Still here. Still breathing. Still turning into something you couldn’t bury. [female singer] I’m not untouched. I’m not unafraid. I’m still here. And I’m not going away.
