[Verse 1] Midnight oil burns on the windowsill Static hums where the silence kills Got these ghosts in the ceiling fan Whispering plans I don't understand Fingertips trace the same old cracks In these walls that talk right back Saying "Kid, you're running out of track" [Chorus] But I wear the grind like a second skin Let the darkness out, let the light back in Yeah, the weight might bend me low But these roots hold deep in the undertow I'm still breathing, ain't that a win? [Verse 2] Saw my shadow stretched thin on the floor Like a stranger knocking at my own front door Empty coffee cups line the sink One more thought to drown before I think The mirror's cracked but it still reflects All the storms I carry in my chest And the exits marked "Regret" [Chorus] But I wear the grind like a second skin Let the darkness out, let the light back in Yeah, the weight might bend me low But these roots hold deep in the undertow I'm still breathing, ain't that a win? [Bridge] Hands shake holding yesterday's receipts Monsters in the inbox, pounding beats But there's a rhythm in the ache A stubborn heart that won't break Just 'cause the world feels like concrete Don't mean I can't stand on my own two feet [Guitar Solo - Raw, climbing melody with moments of dissonance resolving into clarity] [Outro Chorus] So I wear the grind like a second skin Let the darkness out, let the light flood in Yeah, the weight still bends me low But these roots dig deep in the undertow Still breathing... yeah, I'm breathing... Still breathing... that's the win. [Final chord rings out, gritty and lingering]
