[Intro] After hours... Room gone quiet. My head's not. [Verse 1] One twenty-seven, the kettle clicks cold, I count little cracks in the paint by the door. My body says stop, but my thoughts take hold, They kick in the chair and start pacing the floor. A list from tomorrow, a word from last week, That odd little moment I should've let go. I turn to the pillow, it turns into a speaker, And every small worry gets room for a show. [Pre-Chorus] I tell my brain, “Enough, that’s it.” It says, “One more thing,” and won’t quit. [Chorus] After hours, my brain hits like a bass drop, Starts its shit and the chatter won’t stop. I can’t sleep, every thought talks loud, Tiny little problems turn into a crowd. After hours, I’m wide awake again, Running old scenes like a loop in my head. I pull the covers up, count to ten— Then my brain starts talking again. [Verse 2] The fridge hums low in the kitchen downstairs, A car rolls past and is gone in a breath. I replay the call, how I answered too fast, Then plan what I’ll say if we talk again next. My phone face down, no new light on the screen, Still I make up a reason to check it once more. The clock changes digits; I bargain with sleep, But my mind finds another loose thread to explore. [Pre-Chorus] I tell my brain, “Enough, that’s it.” It says, “One more thing,” and won’t quit. [Chorus] After hours, my brain hits like a bass drop, Starts its shit and the chatter won’t stop. I can’t sleep, every thought talks loud, Tiny little problems turn into a crowd. After hours, I’m wide awake again, Running old scenes like a loop in my head. I pull the covers up, count to ten— Then my brain starts talking again. [Bridge] Maybe it’s the day still stuck in my chest, Maybe tomorrow can wait till it’s here. I loosen my jaw, let my shoulders drop, Name what I hear: the fan, the rain, my breath. No big solution, no grand escape, Just one slow minute I don’t have to chase. [Final Chorus] After hours, my brain hits like a bass drop, Starts its shit, but I let the noise pass. I can’t sleep yet, but I’m here right now, Let the thoughts talk; I don’t have to answer them all. After hours, the room settles down, The clock keeps moving; I’m staying put. I pull the covers up, count to ten— And let the quiet find me again. [Outro] After hours... Room gone quiet. My head slows down.
