[Verse 1] Walked into the kitchen with a mission and a plan, Now I’m standing by the toaster like a badly loaded man. Was it water? Was it scissors? Why’s a sock here on the shelf? Found a biscuit. Job completed. Really proud of myself. Got an email sitting open, only needs a short reply, But “Hope you’re well” has drained my soul; I think I’d rather die. Writing emails’s fucking boring, so I’ll clean beneath the bed— Found a cable for a console! What was I doing instead? [Pre-Chorus] And you ask me what I’m feeling, And I swear I almost know— There’s a whole speech in the building, But the doors won’t fucking go. [Chorus] It made sense in my head! Had the words till you said, “Tell me what’s the matter,” Now they’re scattered round instead. Got a chest full of something, And a mouth full of “I dunno.” I can feel the bloody weather, Can’t explain why it’s snow. Give me a minute— No, don’t go to bed! I swear this all made sense in my head. [Verse 2] Tried to focus for a minute; it was twenty minutes long. Then I opened up some music just to fix one little song. Now the birds are fucking singing and my tea’s a fossil find, But that bass line sounds incredible— I’ve left my legs behind. “One more game,” I told you, back when daylight filled the room, Now I know the boss’s moves but missed my dinner and a Zoom. I can learn a whole skill tree, every weapon, every class— But that email’s still there blinking. It can kiss my arse. [Pre-Chorus] It’s either pushing through the treacle For a task I can’t get through, Or I’m twelve hours down a rabbit hole And haven’t had a poo. [Chorus] It made sense in my head! Had the words till you said, “Tell me what’s the matter,” Now they’re scattered round instead. Got a chest full of something, And a mouth full of “I dunno.” My bones can feel the weather, But my mouth says, “I dunno.” Give me a minute— No, don’t go to bed! I swear this all made sense in my head. [Bridge — softer, honest] Sometimes I make a joke ’Cause it buys a little time. You’re waiting for an answer; I’m still searching for the line. I know I sounded angry, But there’s hurt in there as well, And I hate that I can feel it More than I know how to tell. The fog rolls in mid-sentence, And I lose what I began. Please don’t finish it for me— Let me find it if I can. You don’t have to fix the feeling, Just sit with me instead. There’s something that I’m trying to say… It made sense in my head. [Breakdown — spoken / shouted] Right. Focus. Open the email. Type the reply. Send the— …Who the fuck’s parked outside? [Final Chorus] It made sense in my head! Every word I haven’t said, Every “Fine” that meant “I’m struggling,” Every joke I made instead. Got a chest full of something— Wait, I think it’s coming through: “I’m frustrated, I’m exhausted, And I’m glad I’m here with you.” Give me a minute, There’s more I haven’t said— But at least that bit escaped from my head. [Outro — spoken] Anyway, I came in here for something. …Water. Fucking WATER.
