Thought I found a door out of this quiet little town in my chest Every step I take pulls me deeper into all this mess My heart is built from sand, falls apart when someone looks too close Skin hardened into stone, I learned to wear a statue just to cope One day I’ll step outside this heavy sky, I swear Even if it takes a hundred sleepless years There’s always something buzzing in my head, won’t clear Quiet room, loud thoughts, I can’t breathe in here Dear misery, you feel like home to me Tear this sand‑built heart, turn my skin to stone at sea I’m scared to leave but I can’t stand to stay Sweet disaster, you’re the only one that never fades I walk beyond the edge of the town that hides behind my eyes Every road pretends it’s a different night, same painted sky I’m wading through a swamp of half‑healed scars and quiet fears Every step I take drags me down, the water rising to my ears One day I’ll make it out this slow‑moving tide Even if it takes a hundred songs I’ll never write There’s always something sitting in my head, too loud Soft voice, heavy heart, I disappear in the crowd Dear misery, you feel like home to me Break this sand‑built heart, let every piece fall free I’m tired of drowning, so I scream your name One last burst of light before we fade Dear misery, you’re quiet now I’m walking out, but you still echo somehow
