(Verse 1) The sun hits the floor at a quarter to nine I’m checking my pulse, I’m checking the time Calculating how much "human" I can fake today How many smiles I’ll have to throw away I see them out the window, walking to their cars They don’t look like they’re fighting phantom wars They don’t have a static humming in their chest They don’t wake up feeling like they failed the test. (Chorus) I just want to meet the baseline, just for an hour To feel like a person, not a wilting flower I want to be good enough to keep a steady hand To walk on the solid, not the shifting sand I’m tired of the labels, the "chemical" talk I’m tired of the shadows that follow when I walk I don’t need the moon, I don’t need the thrill I just want to be whole, and not mentally ill. (Verse 2) My friends say "it’s okay," they say "take your time" But I’m getting weary of this vertical climb I apologized for existing three times before noon Like I’m a guest in a house that’s ending too soon Is there a version of me that isn't a "case"? Who doesn't look for the exit in every space? Who doesn't wonder if the people they love Are just waiting for the push to become the shove? (Chorus) I just want to meet the baseline, just for an hour To feel like a person, not a wilting flower I want to be good enough to keep a steady hand To walk on the solid, not the shifting sand I’m tired of the labels, the "chemical" talk I’m tired of the shadows that follow when I walk I don’t need the moon, I don’t need the thrill I just want to be whole, and not mentally ill. (Bridge) They tell me it's a journey, they tell me I'm brave But I didn't ask for a life I have to "save" I just want to be "enough" without the "despite" To put down the armor and stop the long fight Just once... Just once to be quiet inside. (Guitar Solo - soft, melodic, slightly distorted) (Chorus) I just want to meet the baseline, just for a day To know that I'm capable of wanting to stay I want to be good enough to hold what I find Without the cruel gravity of my own mind I’m tired of the labels, the "chemical" talk I’m tired of the shadows that follow when I walk I don’t need the moon, I don’t need the thrill I just want to be whole... (Outro) I just want to be whole. Maybe "good enough" is just being here still. Even when I’m broken. Even when I’m ill. (Fade out on a single, resonant chord)
