you still there yeah, i figured same chair same stare same little war getting bigger you say you're fine i say, "that's a hell of a line" you laugh once then look down at the floor i've heard that sound before you chase one thought till it tangles in the thread rearrange the angle, change the language in your head make a case, erase a trace, replace what you just said then ask me why you're lying awake in bed you pull it apart till you can't see the pieces give every little doubt a dozen new reasons then you look at me like i might know what it means you pick the wound till you know where it hurts dig through the dirt just to prove what it's worth turn every doubt into something rehearsed then swallow the words that you needed first you wanted the truth, so you tore it apart kept moving the pieces till you lost the start now all that remains is the noise in your head and the thing you were feeling is better left unsaid you still there? yeah i know you turn one doubt into a dozen little clues shuffle through the evidence, deciding what to use find a contradiction, then convince yourself it's proof and somehow every road you take keeps circling back to you that's your trick you make it fit you catch a little question then dissect the shit out of it you pull a thread then pull another then another one appears pretty soon you're building answers out of things that weren't there you give it a name then you give it a reason give it one more shape so you can keep believing then you look at me like i might know what it means you pick the wound till you know where it hurts dig through the dirt just to prove what it's worth turn every doubt into something rehearsed then swallow the words that you needed first you wanted the truth, so you tore it apart kept moving the pieces till you lost the start now all that remains is the noise in your head and the thing you were feeling is better left unsaid you still there? yeah i know you can turn a loose thread into a map in your head follow every little line till you're right back where you began and you call that thinking maybe maybe it's just thinking you pick the wound till you know where it hurts dig through the dirt just to prove what it's worth turn every doubt into something rehearsed then swallow the words that you needed first you wanted the truth, so you tore it apart kept moving the pieces till you lost the start now all that remains is the noise in your head and the thing you were feeling is better left unsaid so here's the part you're probably gonna hate i'm not gonna answer it i'm gonna let you sit with it you don't have to solve it you don't have to prove it you don't have to make it make sense just let it sit there yeah right there you still there? good © 2026 Stace / @ar_oldsoul. All rights reserved.
