**Verse 1** I keep the curtains half-closed when the morning comes in gold. I’ve learned not to trust a beautiful day— they change before you know. So I count what could go wrong before anything begins. If I expect the worst to find me, the worst can never win. There’s comfort in a low ceiling, in knowing where the shadows stay. Nothing rises high enough to have so far to fall away. **Pre-Chorus** I know this isn’t peace. It only looks like one. I call it being careful when I’m really scared of the sun. **Chorus** Too much blue, too much sky above me. Too much room for something good to leave me. So I keep one foot on the ground, even when my heart wants through. I’d rather miss the highest high than feel it disappear from view. Too much blue— I paint the bright days darker just to make them easier to lose. **Verse 2** I can turn a promise into doubt before the sentence reaches me. Find the crack inside the glass before there’s anything to see. I know how disappointment sounds, I know the shape it likes to take. So I meet it at the doorway before it has the chance to break me. And somewhere underneath all that, there’s still a part of me that knows I’m trading every summer for a winter I can control. **Pre-Chorus 2** Predictable is safe. Safe is easy to defend. But nothing hurts forever when you never let it start. **Chorus** Too much blue, too much sky above me. Too much room for something good to leave me. So I keep one foot on the ground, even when my heart wants through. I’d rather miss the highest high than feel it disappear from view. Too much blue— I paint the bright days darker just to make them easier to lose. **Bridge** What if joy is not a warning? What if good things don’t all go? What if I’ve been building fences around a life I’ll never know? What if falling isn’t proof I should have never climbed at all? Still I freeze when happiness gets close enough to make me feel the height. **Final Chorus** Too much blue, too much sky above me. Too much hope for someone scared of trusting. I keep waiting for the weather to turn every gold thing grey. And every time I brace for losing, I lose a little anyway. Too much blue— I know this shade protects me. But I also know it keeps the light away. **Outro** So I leave the curtains half-closed. Not because I love the dark. Because somewhere deep inside me, I’m still afraid of how bright it could get.
