Verse 1 Your eyes stare through me like I’m not even here. The air is thick — toxic — something I can’t push away. I don’t know if I’m still moving or just being dragged. Dragged by what? I don’t know. Probably everything. Chorus You sit there. Quiet. But I hear everything. The weight of it — not symbolic, just heavy. Pressing down, digging in, won’t get off my chest. It never leaves. (Why would it?) Verse 2 Hands rest on the table. Not mine anymore. They look borrowed. Stolen. Maybe planted. The clock doesn’t change. Pretty sure it’s messing with me. There’s a door. Of course there’s a door. I don’t stand up. Of course I don’t. Chorus You sit there. Quiet. But it’s louder than a bomb going off. The weight of it — same as always. Pushing down, digging in, like it owns the place. It never leaves. It’s carved in. I don’t speak. I don’t move. I let it run through me like bad current. It doesn’t end. It doesn’t break. It’s not drama. It’s not tragedy. It’s just there. Always. Outro It just is. It just is. It just— YEAH. YEAH. YEAH.
