Three Nights Awake [The Response]

“He Thinks I’m Not Me” [Intro — Whispered] He asked if I’d been sleeping. I said, “A little. Why?” He looked at me too long. What did he see in my eyes? [Verse 1] Three nights awake, the coffee’s cold, The same equation won’t resolve. I hear my name beneath the fan; It stops each time I turn it off. He says my voice sounds far away. I try to laugh; it comes out wrong. I know the words I want to say— Why does it take my mouth so long? [Pre-Chorus] Maybe he’s worried. Maybe I’ve changed. Why does a whisper Sound just like my name? [Chorus] He thinks I’m not me. Now I’m scared he’s right. I know my face— It feels strange tonight. Tell me something only we know. Say my name, then say it slow. He thinks I’m not me. Please don’t let me go. [Verse 2] He saw someone outside the café; I have my timesheet—I was here. I check the photograph again. The more I look, the less it’s clear. Every number seems connected. Every answer comes too fast. I write until my fingers tremble, Then can’t explain a single page. [Pre-Chorus] Yesterday, I could solve it all. Today, I cannot make the call. Your number’s open on my phone. I’m frightened of being alone. [Chorus] He thinks I’m not me. Now I’m scared he’s right. I know my face— It feels strange tonight. Tell me something only we know. Say my name, then say it slow. He thinks I’m not me. Please don’t let me go. [Breakdown — Distorted] A hospital bed. A light overhead. A wire on my chest— Was it there, or in my head? I remember getting up. I remember someone cried. Did I dream that I was dead? Why does it feel like I survived? [Bridge — Almost Spoken] I’m a physicist. I check what I can prove. But fear feels like a fact When it fills the room. You say, “You’re here. You haven’t disappeared.” I want to trust your voice. Come closer so I hear. [Final Chorus] He thinks I’m not me— Or is that what I fear? I know my name. I need to hear it here. Tell me something only we know. Say my name, then say it slow. I’m frightened of my mind tonight. Stay until the morning light. [Outro — Whispered] You put two coffees on the table. Mine is how it’s always been. I hear my name beneath the fan. This time, I ask you— “Did you hear it?”