Built for this

[tense piano] [reverse fx] [intro] [tense spoken] [tense piano] [tense cello] I tell myself; I can be steady. I won’t slip up, I can keep it together. I've gotta keep it together. and then, [tense singing] [tense cello] I feel the room tilt sideways, lights too bright and voices pressin' at my skin, and every sound hits sharp, like the whole world is leanin' in to watch me break or bend. [verse 1] [intense cello] I try to hold the edges still, but they keep sliding out of frame, slipping through my hands, and the more I mask— I feel the seams pull tighter,—then. [verse 2] [tense cello] I swear I’m tryin'ta stay grounded, but the floor is shifting under me, I see all the things you don’t see,— or don't believe. [cello flourish] [pre-chorus] [cresendo] [tense piano] I hear whispers in the quiet, shadows moving where they shouldn’t be. I keep telling myself—it’s nothing— but nothing—keeps getting louder— for me. [chorus] [intense] I lose my grip on reality. The world keeps pulling threads from me. Open me up, see what makes me tick. I come undone, I swear I’m not— [intense] built for this. [Refrain] [playful] (ah) I fall apart at the seams, (ah) (I only feel sane in my dreams.) [verse 3] [concerned] The corners of the room feel staged, like it’s arranged in a way that doesn’t match, and every face looks strange, like their outlines don’t—[whispered] quite catch [verse 4] I blink and shapes—go shifting, colors blending where they shouldn’t bend. I try to pull myself together, but the threads keep slipping— and I come undone in ways you just—can’t pretend. [pre-chorus] I feel eyes inside the silence,— even when the room is empty. I keep telling myself—I’m steady,— but steady—keeps evading meee. [chorus] [intense] [projected] I lose my grip on reality. The world keeps pulling threads from me. Open me up, see what makes me tick. I come undone, I swear I’m not— [melodic] built for this. [Refrain] (ah) I fall apart at the seams, (ah) (I only feel sane in my dreams.) (ah) I fall apart at the seams, (ah) (I only feel sane in my dreams.) [bridge] [tense build] [cello] I’m holding on—with shaking hands to threads that never belonged to me. I’m stitching up—a tearing self with strings too tight to let me breathe. And every time—I try to stand, the floor pulls out from beneath my feet I’m falling through—cracks in the sand, I’m trying so hard to be— [softly spoken] complete. [chorus] [spoken] [tense piano] I lose my grip on reality. (reality) The world keeps pulling threads from me. (threads from me) Open me up, see what makes me tick. I come undone, I swear I’m not— [shouted] built for this. [Chorus] I lose my grip on reality. The world keeps pulling threads from me. Open me up, see what makes me tick. I come undone, I swear I’m not— [shouted] BUILT FOR THIS! [final chorus] [projected] [fast build] [intense] I lose my grip on reality… (oh) The world keeps pulling threads from me. (oh) Open me up, see what makes me tick. I come undone, I swear— [final extended belted note] I'M NOT BUILT FOR THIIIS!!! [Refrain] (ah) I fall apart at the seems. I only feel sane in my dreams. I only feel sane in my dreams. [End] [dreamy] [piano] I only feel sane in my dreams.