Dirty Laundry

[Intro] Tuesday morning, cereal bowl on the floor, Three-day-old clothes blocking my bedroom door. [Verse 1] Coffee's burnt, alarm clock died at 5 AM, Toothbrush sitting dry while I pretend again. Mom keeps texting, "How's your week been going?" I type back "Great!" but my apartment's overflowing. Pizza boxes stacked like cardboard monuments, Bills unopened, scattered on the kitchen bench. Mirror shows a stranger wearing yesterday's mistakes, But I lace up these busted sneakers for whatever it takes. [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause I'm tired of living like a ghost in my own skin, Time to clean house, time to let the real me back in. [Chorus] I'm sorting through the mess I made inside my head! Throwing out the voices that want me to stay in bed! My brain's a dirty laundry pile, but I'm folding every piece, Finding buried treasure underneath the chaos and the grief. I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive and that's enough! Sorting through my dirty laundry, rising from the stuff! [Verse 2] Therapist says trauma lives in muscle memory, I'm untying knots I didn't know were crushing me. Started jogging Tuesday, made it half a block, Wednesday crawled to seven, Friday didn't stop. Group chat blowing up with weekend party plans, I showed up in sweatpants but they grabbed my trembling hands. Laughed until my stomach hurt, forgot I was afraid, These broken people understand the games that minds have played. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I'm learning how to live inside this body once again, Collecting scattered pieces, building bridges, making friends. [Chorus] I'm sorting through the mess I made inside my head! Throwing out the voices that want me to stay in bed! My brain's a dirty laundry pile, but I'm folding every piece, Finding buried treasure underneath the chaos and the grief. I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive and that's enough! Sorting through my dirty laundry, rising from the stuff! [Breakdown] (Are you with me?) (Are you with me?) When the static gets too loud! When you're lost inside the crowd! [Bridge] [Phone quality filter] Hey, it's me... Tuesday, 2 AM. I cleaned my room today. Sounds stupid, but... [Back to Music] Found a photo of us laughing underneath my unmade bed, And for the first time in months, I didn't wish that I was dead. Small wins count as victories, right? I think I'm gonna be alright. [Final Chorus] We're sorting through the mess we made inside our heads! Throwing out the voices that want us to stay in bed! Our brains are dirty laundry piles, but we're folding every piece, Finding buried treasure underneath the chaos and the grief. We're alive, we're alive, we're alive and that's enough! Sorting through our dirty laundry, rising from the stuff! [Outro] Tuesday morning, clean sheets on my bedroom floor, Yesterday's gone, today I'm opening the door! We're alive, we're alive, we're alive!