I stand in the kitchen with the kettle screaming and forget why I turned it on. I pick up my phone. Put it down. Pick it up again. [VERSE 1 ] I leave the kettle boiling while I stare into the sink. I pick up my phone, put it down, lose the thread of what I think. There are twenty little roads inside a single room. I can spend an hour standing still, afraid of choosing wrong. [PRE-CHORUS] One thought becomes another. Then another underneath. My head keeps moving faster than I can breathe. [CHORUS ] Too loud in here, too loud in here. I can’t hear myself think. Too loud in here, too loud in here. One more thought and I— [VERSE 2 ] Yesterday sits on my shoulders and refuses to get off. Every mistake comes back with something new to say. Tomorrow keeps arriving before I’ve made it through today. I can see a hundred endings before I’ve made the first mistake. [PRE-CHORUS ] Every choice grows teeth. Every answer turns to ten. I take one step forward, then start again, again. [CHORUS ] Too loud in here, too loud in here. I can’t hear myself think. Too loud in here, too loud in here. One more thought and I— sink. [POST-CHORUS ] Ah— ahhh— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— I can’t— [VERSE 3 ] Sometimes I want a morning that doesn’t ask for anything. No future to predict. No past to carry in. Just five quiet minutes without a decision waiting. Five minutes where my hands don’t have to hold every possible ending. [BRIDGE ] What if I get it wrong? What if wrong is all I can see? What if I spend so long trying not to fall that I forget I’m already moving? One thought. Then two. Then twenty. [FINAL CHORUS ] Too loud in here, too loud in here. I can’t hear myself think. Too loud in here, too loud in here. One more thought— and I— breathe. [OUTRO ] The kettle’s still running. [end]
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