Verse 1 We’re sitting here, just the quiet and the light You ask how I’ve been, like you want it right I reach across and take what’s on the table Lay them out slow, as much as I’m able Said “They’re not silverware, not really, you see” Just something to show what it feels like to be me Inside this body, inside this head Where the energy runs thin before the day’s even fled Pre-Chorus You see, most people wake and the supply won’t end They spend and they spend and there’s still something left then But mine’s counted out, limited, true Each small thing I do takes one from me too Chorus I start the day with maybe ten, maybe less And getting up takes one from the rest Thinking takes two, speaking takes three Walking a little costs more than you’d believe I can save a few up if I take it real slow Or borrow from tomorrow but tomorrow will owe So when you lean in and ask me so soon You’re really just asking “How many spoons?” Verse 2 It’s hard to explain when it doesn’t show When tired feels heavy in places no one knows I could tell you stories, I could list all the pain But words don’t quite fit, and it feels like I’m trying to explain rain You nod like you’re getting it, quiet and kind No need to fix it, no need to rewind Just watch as I count them, line them up straight The small quiet cost of just feeling okay Pre-Chorus You see, most people wake and the supply won’t end They spend and they spend and there’s still something left then But mine’s counted out, limited, true Each small thing I do takes one from me too Chorus I start the day with maybe ten, maybe less And getting up takes one from the rest Thinking takes two, speaking takes three Walking a little costs more than you’d believe I can save a few up if I take it real slow Or borrow from tomorrow but tomorrow will owe So when you lean in and ask me so soon You’re really just asking “How many spoons?” Bridge And sometimes it’s two, sometimes it’s none And everything feels like it weighs a ton But it helps that you ask, that you don’t pretend That it’s all in my head, or that it will mend Some days we do nothing but sit and breathe And that is enough, that is all I need No rush, no pressure, no need to perform Just knowing you see the shape of the storm Outro So keep asking gently, don’t ever assume That I’ve got more to give than what I’ve shown you It’s the simplest of questions, the kindest tune “How are you feeling? How many spoons?” Yeah… how many spoons.
