I wake, I blink, I breathe again The sun comes up like it always has But nothing reaches through the skin It’s all just air, it’s all just glass I pour the tea, I fold the clothes I hum the tune I used to know I smile when they expect me to But I am somewhere down below Echo minute, echo day Everything I feel fades away Hands still move, eyes still see But I am not inside of me The phone still rings, the lights still change The clouds still form familiar shapes But voices sound like distant bells And I am far, and I am pale I used to ache, I used to burn Now I forget how to return Not broken down, not running fast Just stuck inside this quiet glass Echo minute, echo day Each second stretches in the same old way I’m still here, I’m still whole But time just slips through a tired soul You don’t scream when you’re this tired You just breathe You just blink You just keep going because what else can you do? Echo minute, echo life No more tears, no more fight Still I wake, still I breathe Still I drift inside of me And maybe one day… I’ll feel the sound again.
