Still Hands | Zephyra

My chest is like an empty room Full of unpaid debts and aging walls I wake up in the margins and the balconies With a mouthful of tin, with no voice to call Everything wants a version of me I don't know how to wear They call it being present When I just call it bracing for despair My skin is a worn-out page Stuck on yesterday I shrink into nothing Just to keep the peace today But will it stay? Will it stay? Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name I keep saying I'm okay But my hands don't answer that way, no, not anymore Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name If you ask me where I've been I've been trying not to break again In my head, oh, in my head. 🎵 The group laughs in color, now While my brain goes black and white I'm counting all the ways I could disappear tonight I swallow down the tension Of a hundred pointed glances And every tiny failure Learns to wear my face and dances on my grave My mind is a glassyard And I'm barefoot in the rain One wrong word, one hard stare And everything starts to strain I wish the peace would've stayed. Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name I keep saying I'm okay But my hands don't answer that way, no, not anymore Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name If you ask me where I've been I've been trying not to break again In my head, oh, in my head. 🎵 I don't need a perfect cure I just need a gentler room A place where I can breathe Without performing my own doom Let me be unfinished, a little bent I want to believe I'm not a failed invention I'm just a person spent A secret I wish I just kept 🎵 My skin is a worn-out page Still stuck on yesterday I am nothing to me The peace is fading today But will it stay? Will it stay? Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name I keep saying I'm okay But my hands don't answer that way, no, not anymore Too much pressure on my frame Too much pressure in my name If you ask me where I've been I've been trying not to break again In my head, oh, in my head. I take the seat by the front door Let the loud ones have the floor My hands stay still, don’t betray me now Watch somebody else take their place No big scene, no speech, no claim to make here I can keep my edges small If I melt into the background, maybe then I won't feel quite so on my own