Braces the Fox - 112 Pounds of Static

I wake up wired, no sleep in my hands Knees knock together when I stand Mirror says I look “just fine” I don’t know what that means this time Coffee, nothing, half a bar Count the ribs like they’re a yard Every step feels temporary Like I’m built light on purpose, maybe I’m not fragile I just shake I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Every nerve lit up, no outlet Too light to stay, too heavy to vanish I feel everything, can’t balance I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Buzzing loud but never landing If I slow down, I might panic So I keep moving, keep moving Bruises bloom where I don’t remember Grip the board till my hands go numb I fall hard but I get up faster Like pain’s the only thing that comes They say “eat more,” like that’s a fix Like weight’s the thing that’s wrong with this I’m not trying to disappear I just don’t settle anywhere I don’t wanna fade I just can’t stay still I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Every thought stuck mid-transit Too sharp to sleep, too dull to matter I burn quick, then scatter I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Hands shake when it gets quiet If I stop moving, I’ll feel it So I keep moving, keep moving I don’t trust silence It hears too much I don’t trust rest It catches up If I stay buzzing I don’t have to choose Between breaking down Or breaking loose I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Held together by bad habits Too small to call it dramatic Too loud to call it nothing I’m a hundred and twelve pounds of static Still here, still automatic If I’m shaking, let me shake At least that means I’m awake Still buzzing Still here