[Intro] Apparently I am the one who never gets sad The emotionally indestructible friend The guy who laughs at everything The guy who never seems to bend But lower my voice by half an octave And suddenly everyone becomes attentive The atmosphere changes immediately Like I have become a potential incident [Verse 1] I can joke about disaster with remarkable sincerity Discuss existential dread with recreational levity I can construct horrors with elaborate creativity Then watch everyone panic at my sudden tranquility Because apparently happiness is expected behavior And sadness is interpreted as something far greater I can be exhausted and simply speak more slowly But everyone starts watching me unusually closely What happened Are you okay Why are you talking like that I say nothing happened They hear something behind that I am apparently forbidden from sounding melancholy Without causing an emergency psychology My normal emotional spectrum has apparently been revoked If my voice gets quieter everyone thinks I am broke [Chorus] I am a whimsy deficient fuck Apparently that is a dangerous condition I do not smile for five minutes And everyone starts making assumptions I lower my voice They lower their voices I stare at the floor They start making choices I am not planning my disappearance I am just having a miserable afternoon But apparently sadness has become synonymous With assuming I might leave the room permanently soon [Verse 2] I understand the concern I understand the history I understand why certain words Can trigger immediate vigilance But sometimes I am simply tired Sometimes I am simply quiet Sometimes my brain has temporarily Lost its appetite for being vibrant I am not writing farewell messages I am not arranging my final scene I am not secretly preparing To become someone's permanent memory I am sitting here Existing badly Having an inconveniently serious moment And apparently that is enough To make everyone inspect me for catastrophe There is a strange expectation That I should perform happiness Because if I become too subdued People start searching for evidence They watch my hands They watch my face They listen to every syllable As if my voice contains coordinates To some terrible destination [Pre Chorus] I wish sadness could just be sadness Without becoming a prophecy I wish quiet could just be quiet Without becoming an emergency [Chorus] I am a whimsy deficient fuck Apparently that is a dangerous condition I do not smile for five minutes And everyone starts making assumptions I lower my voice They lower their voices I stare at the floor They start making choices I am not planning my disappearance I am just having a miserable afternoon But apparently sadness has become synonymous With assuming I might leave the room permanently soon [Verse 3] I have become accustomed to the suspicion That melancholy must contain an ulterior mission That every subdued expression Is secretly an admission No Sometimes I am sad That is the entire revelation No hidden manifesto No final declaration I can mention suicide Without secretly attempting suicide I can discuss death Without preparing to die The subject exists in language The subject exists in fiction The subject exists in tragedy Without becoming my intention And yet I understand the fear When my voice suddenly changes Because people who care about you Sometimes become terrified of losing you So I cannot blame them Even when it feels absurd That one quiet sentence Can make an entire room go alert [Bridge] I am still here That should not require A performance of happiness I can be miserable Without being in mortal danger I can be quiet Without becoming a warning I can have a dark thought Without turning it into an action I can be sad And still intend tomorrow [Final Chorus] I am a whimsy deficient fuck And apparently that frightens everyone I traded laughter for silence And suddenly everyone thinks something has begun I lower my voice They look at me differently I say I am fine They ask what fine means to me Maybe I am just tired Maybe I am just sad Maybe I am simply experiencing An emotion that happens to be bad I am not a catastrophe I am not a countdown I am not disappearing Because my voice went down [Outro] I am still me Just temporarily without the comedy Still breathing Still thinking Still existing Sometimes without whimsy And that is not a death sentence It is just a quiet day
