[Spoken Introduction] Jesse floated in zero-g, relaxed, or as relaxed as she could manage. arms and legs stretched out, she just...existed there in the room. She was trying to get over her terror of the concept that nothing was holding her to the ground. the first time this happened, she had been sick. horribly sick. fortunately, spook, she really had to learn his real name, had been right there. he had a little container to catch it in when she vomited. told her not to be embarrassed, how could she not be embarrassed, because everybody does it at first. [Verse 1] Drifting in zero-g reflecting on my past where is it I am going to is there any way that I can last Drifting away in zero-g with people I never knew Can I even ever belong still waiting for a clue [Verse 2] Face in the glass of the mirror world waiting tiny as a thumbtack pin they say there's quiet on the surface forms to sign a welcome grin out here it's burn marks on the metal first time I've heard anybody laugh [Prechorus] they never asked me to be perfect just to bleed and call it fact [Chorus] orbit or else do I fall do I float do I fake myself orbit or else do I trade all this fire for a quiet shell I'm spinning between the script and the scream orbit or else will I land or be lost or be finally felt [Verse 3] Do I choose the ones who see me or the ones who only say my name do I stay inside their story or walk into the wild new flame easy roads run straight and narrow but my heart keeps turning free do I choose the ones who see me or the ones who never really see [Verse 4] World promising to make me fit they never even look twice these strangers call me by my scars and somehow that feels right standing in the hallway hand on either door one life I've rehearsed to death one life I've never lived before [Prechorus] but every broken timeline feels more like home than one [Chorus] orbit or else do I fall do I float do I fake myself orbit or else do I trade all this fire for a quiet shell I'm spinning between the script and the scream orbit or else will I land or be lost or be finally felt [Verse 5] they've got rules like airtight helmets every feeling labeled tucked in rows dinner plates matching in the cupboard polished answers everybody knows but I learned love in busted engines coffee cooled on concrete floors they held my shaking like a language never tried to close the door [Spoken Outro] [Low Vocal Register]if I go now will they name me give me numbers give me norms if I stay here in this wild crowd will these broken pieces form a form [whispered]I'm tired of choosing between safe and real between being seen and being healed
