Verse 1) (Muted acoustic fingerpicking, solitary vocal) You watch me walk around like I'm made of glass. Counting the fractures, waiting for the crack. You see the red in my eyes, the weight on my chest, And you decide I’m barely keeping track. You call me a mess, you call me undone, Like I’m falling apart under a mid-day sun. (Pre-Chorus) (Tempo stays steady, fingerpicking tightens, low vocal harmony joins underneath) And maybe I am. Maybe, I’m held together with tape. Maybe I’m bleeding through the shape of my coat. But you’re looking at the damage like it’s all that I am, Without looking at the hands keeping my head afloat. (Chorus) (Sudden heavy strumming, full dual vocal harmony, raw and unpolished) You think I’m broken now? You think I’m fucked up? You’re looking at a house with a roof still on! Imagine the wreckage if the anchors snapped— Imagine who’d be standing when the frame was gone! If I didn’t have a soul left to hold me down, Who the hell do you think you’d be looking at now? (Verse 2) (Rhythmic, driving strumming; vocals alternate lines, then fuse on the final phrase) Vocal 1: You see me stumble on an open floor. Vocal 2: But you don't see the floor isnt holding still. Vocal 1: I am tired, I am frayed at every single edge. Vocal 2: But I’m grounded by a room I didn't have to build. Both: I’ve got hands on my shoulders when the night gets dark, Keeping a ember from burning down the park. (Pre-Chorus) (Fingerpicking returns with heavy room resonance, dual vocals close on the mic) So keep your quiet pity, keep your side-eye glance. You’re measuring the sway, but you don't know the wind. You think this is the bottom of the spiraling drop? You haven't seen the void where I would have been. (Chorus) (Heavy, sweeping strumming, full belt dual vocals) You think I’m broken now? You think I’m fucked up? You’re looking at a house with a roof still on! Imagine the wreckage if the anchors snapped— Imagine who’d be standing when the frame was gone! If I didn’t have a soul left to hold me down, Who the hell do you think you’d be looking at now? (Bridge) (Slow building intensity, dynamic strumming pounding on the body of the guitar, layered vocal overlap) Vocal 1: I’d be a ghost in an empty field! Vocal 2: (Shouted response) A fire with nothing left to burn! Vocal 1: I’d be the shadow at the end of the road! Vocal 2: (Shouted response) A wreck that nobody could know! Both: (Overlapping, raw, soaring) If you stripped away the love, if you pulled away the floor, You wouldn't see a broken person—you’d see a war. You wouldn't see a woman trying to make it through, You’d see the dark coming back for you! (Chorus) (Peak emotional intensity, full-throat harmonies, wide stereo acoustic strumming) You think I’m broken now? You think I’m fucked up? You’re looking at a house with a roof still on! Imagine the wreckage if the anchors snapped— Imagine who’d be standing when the frame was gone! If I didn’t have a soul left to hold me down, Who the hell do you think you’d be looking at now? (Outro) (Abrupt drop in volume. Heavy strumming cuts instantly to a single, quiet fingerpicked chord sequence. Breath visible.) (Single vocal, barely above a whisper) You see me leaning... (Low vocal harmony trails underneath) Because someone is holding me up. (Final quiet plucked string, left to decay)
