Don't Call This Healing

[VERSE — deep clean baritone over slow, irregular bass groove] Three good days in a row. Don't ask me where the bad ones go. I slept last night. I ate today. That doesn't mean I'm fucking okay. I laughed and didn't fake the sound. I left the house. I walked around. For once I didn't want to run. Don't make it more than what I've done. [CHORUS — soulful clean vocal, heavy guitars slowly opening underneath] **Don't call this healing. Don't give it a name. I've felt good before and still went back the same.** Maybe I'm moving. Maybe I'm kneeling. Maybe I'm just having one good fucking week. **Don't call this healing.** [LONG INSTRUMENTAL — melodic bass lead into expressive guitar solo; gradually heavier, odd-meter drums building underneath] [SECOND SECTION — baritone becomes rougher, guitar rhythm tightening] Yesterday I lost my shit. Today I don't feel bad for it. Tomorrow might undo today. Tomorrow doesn't get a say. [RIFF BUILDS — low guitars and bass lock together] I don't need a finish line. I just need this hour to be mine. [FINAL CHORUS — powerful clean vocal, crushing but controlled instrumentation] **Don't call this healing. Don't give it a name. I might fall tomorrow. I might get up the same.** Maybe I'm changing. I don't need the feeling. I made it through today— and that's enough for me. **Don't call this healing.** [INSTRUMENTAL — guitar begins resolving toward a major interval, then deliberately avoids it]