Blank stare, full bowl Missed my stop that’s how I roll No thoughts, just scroll Didn’t even check the poll People say I vanish lots Nah, I’m just high in parking lots World’s too loud, I play it low Silence hits like vertigo I’m not lost, I’m just floatin’ In my head, slow-motion A little burnt, still golden Eyes half-shut, wide open I’m lit like Eastwood Still misunderstood I would do more… If I could. Room spins I’m still Phone rings I chill They race I sit Tried to care that’s it Half a thought, half a snack Didn’t text back, won’t go back Sat still and felt the smoke Guess that counts as inner growth I’m not lost, I’m just floatin’ In my head, slow-motion A little burnt, still golden Eyes half-shut, wide open I’m lit like Eastwood Still misunderstood I would do more… If I could. Ash tray full, lighter dead Dreamt I answered what you said But the truth just stayed unsent My apologies are rent Tangled wires, muted screens I keep hiding in between Nothing wrong, but nothing right Living soft inside the night Look I been ghostin’ in the group chat, Paranoid the echoes might just loop back. Every promise tastes like resin on my tongue, I chase beginnings, never endings when they come. Got anxiety folded in a paper plane, I set it on fire, watch it laugh at the rain. Tell myself tomorrow I’ma rise, I’ma run But the sun just claps back, “sit tight, you’re done.”Memory glitches, my synapse stalls, I graffiti my feelings on bathroom walls. If I vanish again, it ain’t hate, it ain’t spite, It’s just me versus me in a long, quiet fight. I’m not lost, I’m just floatin’ Out of frame, slow-motion A little high, still golden Eyes half-shut, wide open I’m lit like Eastwood Still misunderstood I would do more… But I’m good. Clouds roll time bends High scores don’t make amends All my playlists bleed the same Different titles, same old frame Late night truths I can’t recall Pinned to notes that never fall Even silence sounds too loud Still I’m lost inside the crowd I’m not lost, I’m just floatin’ Out of frame, slow-motion A little high, still golden Eyes half-shut, wide open I’m lit like Eastwood Still misunderstood I would do more… But I’m good. Eyes red, pockets light Counting days by borrowed nights I told the moon I’d let her go But she keeps pulling on my soul Static prayers in TV glow Seeds I planted, never grow Guess I’m faithful, guess I’m flawed Still I’m talking back to God Thought I found God in the ceiling fan Turns out it was just dust, man Still… (It meant something) I’m not lost, I’m just floatin’ Out of frame, slow-motion A little high, still golden Eyes half-shut, wide open I’m lit like Eastwood Still misunderstood I would do more… But I’m good.
