[Intro, Tape hiss, Room noise] Too many songs Not enough truth I loop the same chord Tryin’ to feel proof [Verse 1, Bare guitar, Room mic] I fucked with desert fuzz Then chased a synth ghost Tried lo-fi silence But it talks the most [Verse 2, Low cello hum] Every track a different god I prayed in headphones But none of them Brought me home [Chorus, Fragile voice, No drums] I got too many songs None of 'em stick I bleed in waveforms Then mute it quick What the hell Does healing sound like? Not this Not this [Verse 3, Bedroom mic, One take energy] Spat bars in the dark Over glitch and guilt Stacked harmonies On shit I never built [Bridge, Cello break, Hollow reverb] Some nights I swear The static understands More than these Shaky hands [Chorus, Cracked voice, Low mix cello rising] I got too many songs And none of 'em hit Feels like I’m drowning In someone else’s mix What the hell Does real even feel like? Not this Not this [Outro, Finger off strings, Amp hum] Erase the stems Delete the file I need one sound That just lets me Stay A While [End]
