Verse 1) You know my name, you know my face You know my title and my place You see the mask I wear so well The stories that I’ve learned to tell But underneath the curated skin Is the messy pulse that beats within (Chorus) Don’t love the ghost of who I’m supposed to be The polished version that you see I don't need a fan of the "Who" I’ve become I need a witness to the "What" I am at my core The silence, the shadows, the bones, and the breath Love the pulse, not the name, until there’s nothing left (Verse 2) "Who" is a title, a trophy, a role A character written to keep me whole But "What" is the fever, the fear, and the light The way that I stumble in the middle of the night "Who" is a story that eventually ends But "What" is the spirit on which it depends (Bridge) Strip away the history The labels and the mystery If the world forgot my name today Would you still want to stay? Could you love the raw, unwritten thing Without the crown, without the ring? (Chorus) Don’t love the ghost of who I’m supposed to be The polished version that you see I don't need a fan of the "Who" I’ve become I need a witness to the "What" I am at my core The silence, the shadows, the bones, and the breath Love the pulse, not the name, until there’s nothing left (Outro) Not the singer, just the song Not the right, just the wrong Don't look at the person in the frame Just love what’s left when you lose the name.
