(Verse 1) The old sweater scratches, the tea’s gone cold The stories of safety are starting to fold The chaos has ended, the noise has finally ceased But I’m shivering now in the middle of peace I’m reaching for anchors that melt in the sun Looking for finish lines when I’ve already won The ghosts are all gone, the hallways are clear But the emptiness carries a weight of its own, I fear. (Chorus) It’s a strange kind of whiplash, a world in reverse The things that I loved are beginning to hurt I’m still catching my breath from the hit before last But the present is moving too heavy and fast The drama returns while the quiet retreats The ground is a puzzle beneath my own feet Everything’s shifting, it’s all inside out I’m losing the things I was certain about. (Verse 2) The storms that I fought are a memory now But the calm is a pressure that’s bruising my brow I’m tracing the shape of a wound that has healed While a brand new anxiety takes to the field I thought I’d be steady when the thunder went still But the silence is climbing like a steep, snowy hill It’s too much to process, it’s too much to hold The warmth of the familiar is turning to gold... then cold. (Bridge) (Soft but frantic) There’s sweat on my chin, and the air is too thin I’m closing my eyes just to let the room spin My heart is a bird hitting glass in my chest I’m trying to find where a body can rest But I’m wiping my forehead and finding my place Even with panic all over my face I’m getting up slow, though the hits keep on coming Beyond all the noise and the constant humming. (Outro) It’s not what it was. The comfort is grieving. The peace is leaving. But I’m still here. I’m still standing here. (The music softens into a gentle, melodic hum)
