[Intro::instrumentation] [Verse 1] I pin the morning to my shoulders like it knows how I should stand. I borrow stillness from the mirror, paint a steady face by hand. No—that isn’t quite the truth. The glass only knows the skin. It can’t see the doors inside me opening where walls have been. I catch one thought before it falls, but it changes in my grip— turns to water, turns to weather, runs like thunder through my ribs. I keep smiling at the surface. I keep sinking underneath. Maybe no one sees the distance between being here and breathing. [Hook] Easy now— let the room keep its shape. One hand flat against the table. Nothing else has to change. [Verse 2] I keep tomorrow in the hallway. It can knock. I won’t reply. Today keeps slipping out of focus every time I turn my eyes. I know the words for ordinary. I can place them where they go. “Fine” fits neatly in the doorway. “Good” is easier than “I don’t know.” But under every careful answer, something wordless pulls apart— a room keeps turning inside a room, a clock keeps missing every mark. I hold the moment by one corner, just enough to keep it near. I can't mend it. I can't name it. Only hold long enough for air. [Hook] Easy now— the floor is still below. Let the whole world move around me. I don’t have to make it go. [Chorus] I’m just trying to breathe— I don’t know about tomorrow. I can’t even see today. I’m just trying to breathe— I’m still lost within the sorrow. I’m still trying to find my way. [Instrumental Break] [Hook] Easy now— the dark can keep its weight. One hand flat against the counter. Everything else can wait. [Chorus] I’m just trying to breathe— I don’t know about tomorrow. I can’t even see today. I’m just trying to breathe— I’m still lost within the sorrow. I’m still trying to find my way. [End]
