[Verse 1] Eight seconds A chair stays empty at the table Phone rings No one’s there to say “I’m able” Shaking hands Scrolling through the same excuses “I’m fine” But the mirror never chooses There’s a brain on fire, quiet in a crowded room There’s a storm in the wiring, dressed like perfume [Chorus] Every eight seconds, someone’s future falls A name on a whisper, lost in hospital halls But this is not a verdict, it’s a war we fight A treatable hunger in the dark of the mind Every eight seconds, we could turn it around Every eight seconds, pull a hand from the ground You’re not your cravings, you’re not your past You’re a heart still beating You’re a life that lasts [Verse 2] Home movies Dust on a plastic screen You once laughed With soda on your jeans Now it’s bottles in the bathroom, numbers you delete Lying to your mother from the passenger seat But it’s not just “will,” it’s chemicals and history Neighborhoods and nightmares braided into memory [Pre-Chorus] You think it’s only you (only you, only you) But I have worn your shoes Scuffed through every room [Chorus] Every eight seconds, someone’s future falls A name on a whisper, lost in hospital halls But this is not a verdict, it’s a war we fight A treatable hunger in the dark of the mind Every eight seconds, we could turn it around Every eight seconds, pull a hand from the ground You’re not your damage, you’re not your fear You’re a voice still shaking That I still hear [Bridge] There’s a couch in a clinic where the lights hum low A woman writes “day one” where her paycheck goes There’s a boy in a group, says, “I can’t come back” They pass him a pen He draws his own map There’s a man on a call at 3 AM Says “I slipped, I’m sorry” to a stranger-friend They don’t say “shame,” they don’t say “done” They say “this is chronic, but you’re not gone” There are meds on a nightstand, hope in a pillbox row Therapists untangling the knots you never show Behavior turned to choices, choices turned to days Days turned into decades in surprising ways [Chorus] Every eight seconds, someone’s future falls A name on a whisper, lost in hospital halls But this is not a verdict, it’s a war we fight A treatable hunger in the dark of the mind Every eight seconds, we could turn it around Every eight seconds, pull a hand from the ground You’re not your worst night, you’re not your last You’re a breath still rising Breaking from the past [Outro] Eight seconds What if this one’s yours? To call, to walk in To step through the doors Every eight seconds Let this be the one Where someone chooses To stay To stay To stay, and see the sun
