(Verse 1) Coffee’s getting cold, I’m staring at the steam One voice says "go faster," one says "dream your dream" Mom wants a postcard, boss wants a plan Best friend needs a answer, lover wants a man Who isn't split in pieces on the kitchen floor Counting all the faces he can't quite ignore (Pre-Chorus) And I’m the thermostat, the fuse, the glue The echo bouncing back from everyone but you But you’re still here, a whisper in my chest Saying "breathe, my friend, you’ve done your best" (Chorus) So I spin, I bend, I hold, I sway Give a little light, take a little gray Try to be the harbor, try to be the sea But the tide that pulls the others keeps pulling me I’m a tightrope walker with a crowded sky Juggling their weather, wondering why My own rain feels like a borrowed tune While I balance the room—and I balance the moon Inside of me (Verse 2) Stranger on the subway needs a smile today Neighbor’s dog is barking all my calm away Sister’s on the phone with her fourth breakdown And I’m the soundproof ceiling in a screaming town But my own cracked mirror’s staring back at noon Asking for a fraction of the grace I spoon To everyone but me—what a recipe For a ghost who gives directions to the living (Pre-Chorus) And I’m the anchor, kite, the door, the key The rope they pull, the branch they bend to see But underneath the giving, there’s a root That’s thirsty for a sip of my own fruit (Chorus) So I spin, I bend, I hold, I sway Give a little light, take a little gray Try to be the harbor, try to be the sea But the tide that pulls the others keeps pulling me I’m a tightrope walker with a crowded sky Juggling their weather, wondering why My own rain feels like a borrowed tune While I balance the room—and I balance the moon Inside of me (Bridge) What if I let one ball drop—just one? Would the whole sky fall, or would the sun Finally notice my face in the frame? Not the frame around others—just my name I’m not their keeper, not their cure Just a human walking, insecure But learning that “no” is a kind of yes To the part of me I’ve left undressed (Final Chorus – slower, softer) So I spin a little slower, hold a little less Give them their weather, keep my own address I’m still the harbor, still the sea But the tide that pulls them doesn't own all of me I’m a tightrope walker with a kinder sky Letting their storms pass, not asking why My rain can fall—it’s my own tune While I balance the room… and I balance the moon And finally—me (Outro – spoken-sung) Coffee’s warm again. I’m staring at the steam. One voice says “go slower.” One says “dream your dream.” And for once… they’re both mine.
