Verse 1 Didn’t fall asleep till almost three, Phone lit up with Heather finally calling me. Two weeks gone, she’s tired and home, WinCo’s off, and I’m alone. Morning comes at seven sharp, Scrolling reels to warm my heart, But the meds ain’t kicked in, my head’s not right, Kaya didn’t notice me till halfway through the night. Pre-Chorus And the dishes are few, but the day feels heavy, Mother’s Lunchable, hands not steady. I make eggs I don’t want, toast dry as chalk, Trying to stay moving so I don’t have to talk. Chorus ‘Cause it’s almost winter, and I’m feeling thin, SAD, ADHD, all the letters tumble in. Trying to get moving but I’m sinking instead, Falling back into dreams, crawling out of my head. And I swear I’m trying, but the light’s running low— Almost winter, and I think my heart knows. Verse 2 Chicken boiling on the stove, Forgot the timer—story goes. CGing journals, losing time, Trying to shake the fog off my mind. I smell myself, the clothes, the bed, Depression whispering in my head. Victor calls and suddenly, The words fit too damn easily. Pre-Chorus Laid back down, slipped away again, Played Bongo, talked to an OF friend. Phone cord dying, charger’s shot, Energy’s a currency I ain’t got. Chorus ‘Cause it’s almost winter, and I’m feeling thin, SAD, ADHD, all the letters tumble in. Trying to get moving but I’m sinking instead, Falling back into dreams, crawling out of my head. And I swear I’m trying, but the light’s running low— Almost winter, and I think my heart knows. Bridge And my heart beats loud like a warning drum, But maybe it’s gas or anxiety come. I want to decorate, put Christmas up high, But the cold hits deep and the hours slide by. Mother’s new meds, Kaya’s quiet sigh, Feels like the world’s in a slow December cry. Final Chorus Yeah, it’s almost winter, and I’m holding on tight, Through the long grey mornings and the early night. Trying to stay present but I drift instead, Losing days to the blankets and the weight in my head. But there’s hope in the small things, in the people I know— Almost winter… and somehow, I’ll grow. Outro It’s 9:41 and I’m still here, Typing out the truth I need to hear. Almost winter, almost alright, Almost ready to turn on the light.
