Intro (spoken, half-laughing) Yeah… I’m not even mad, it’s just… ugh. ⸻ Verse 1 7pm, I’m still in the same day twelve hours deep, my energy’s on delay “just one more thing” — yeah I heard you say now my brain got tabs open I can’t close away I raised my voice, now I’m side-eyeing me like damn, I thought I grew past that version of me little judge in my head going “really?” but another part’s like… it’s not that deep ⸻ Pre-Chorus I feel it rise, I feel it crack I wanna lean in, I wanna snap but something softer pulls me back… whispers low, don’t fight that ⸻ Chorus (hook) pause… what a gift even this even when I’m like ugh and I resist pause… what a gift feel it hit even being pissed is a little bit of bliss (ain’t that right, Banksy?) we just breathe through it gently ⸻ Verse 2 maybe I’m tired ‘cause it’s not my lane maybe I’m floating, seeing life rearranged mind is on but it’s not entertained like I’m too present, like I slipped through the frame they say “fix it quick, take this, be more” but what if less is what I’m actually here for? what if this weight ain’t mine to restore what if the closed door’s not even a door ⸻ Bridge (soft, reflective, almost whispered) azizam… slow down, you’re okay even the chaos is carving a way mon petit cœur… don’t run from the wave you don’t need to be perfect to be saved ⸻ Final Chorus (slightly lifted, peaceful) pause… what a gift every shift even feeling lost is a little bit of it pause… what a gift I exist even this moment I don’t understand… fits ⸻ Outro (gentle, almost smiling) I’m not even mad… just human. what a gift.
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