Author[IT]y Over Me

[Verse] Stacked every sunrise sideways, stitching schedules into skin until the seams started speaking louder than the pulse beneath them, every promise polishing another poor…shun of the person I’d postponed without noticing… post…pone…ment… had quietly become… My… …pro…fesh…un Carried “necessary” like a necklace… every link another little “later,” every favor finding fresh furniture inside my calendar while the room that marked me kept shrinking until I could barely fit another breath inside it. Awe…thor…uhh…tee wasn’t shouting. It was smiling. Offering another reason. Another re… quest. Another “after this.” I never noticed my own name slowly moving toward the bottom of every… list I kept… rewriting. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Pre-Hook] Every “yes”… …quietly weighed the scale. Every “later”… …learned my voice. I kept lifting… …everything else. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Verse] Per…mission became pre…cision, measuring mornings by everyone else’s e…mer…gen…see, folding my first thought beneath the fourth expectation before breakfast bee…leaved it had… …even begun. Ob…lih…gay…shun orbiting every ordinary hour, circling so con…stant…lee it started looking like gravity, convincing me falling toward myself somehow counted as fail…yur while drifting farther away earned applause. I wasn’t carrying the world… I was carrying… …the story… …that I should. Nobody demanded the crown. I quietly hammered it together… …then placed it… …on everything… …except me. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Pre-Hook] How many pieces… …make a person disappear? How many “shoulds”… …outweigh one heartbeat? When did “me”… …become negotiable? ⸻ [Hook] Author… IT… Over… Me… Every promise… Found a place… Except… Me… Author… IT… Over… Me… I kept… Coming… Last. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Verse] Then it broke. Not loudly. Quietly. Like an old floor finally admitting the weight had never belonged to the wood. Every borrowed burden slipped just enough for daylight to reach the place I’d been calling duty, and suddenly… …devotion looked different when my own reflection finally stood inside it instead of outside it. The strange part wasn’t reclaiming myself. The strange part… …was realizing… I’d never actually abandoned anyone. I’d only abandoned… …the one voice… …that had been carrying every other voice. ⸻ [Hook] Author… IT… Over… Me… Every promise… Found a place… Now I… Know… Mine. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Pre-Hook] A heart… …can’t pour forever… …if it’s never… …allowed to fill. ⸻ [Hook] Author… IT… Over… Me… Not above… Not below… Beside… Me. ⸻ [Instrumental]