[verse] I keep chasing a version of me that never shows up when I need her my head turns quiet moments into noise and i swear i’m fine—then i’m not still i reach for that handle again like answers live behind the next door but it’s the same maze with different wallpaper [pre chorus] it’s one of those days again… yeah, one of those, days (what do i tell myself?) [chorus] (mhmmm) i guess if i slow it down i might finally hear my own thoughts i could start from the ground build something that doesn’t collapse i’m tired of fighting air tired of losing to “almost” maybe this is the part (OH) where i let it burn out where i stop begging the loop to change ’cause it’s the same scene every other day and it’s driving me craaazy, OH! [verse 2] do i step through at all, or do i keep pacing the threshold? i’m soaked in the weight of it—can’t find a clean breath is this my voice talking, or just panic wearing my mouth? turn the faucet off let the noise drain let the room stop spinning [pre chorus] it’s one of those days again… yeah, one of those, days (what do i tell myself?) [chorus] (mhmmm) i guess if i slow it down i might finally hear my own thoughts i could start from the ground build something that doesn’t collapse i’m tired of fighting air tired of losing to “almost” maybe this is the part (OH) where i let it burn out where i stop begging the loop to change ’cause it’s the same scene every other day and it’s driving me craaazy, OH! [Verse 3] (oooooooo) yeah, i’m done with the “someday” speech done romanticizing my delays i keep making storms out of sparks till my nerves start humming like wires (hmmm) so i’m moving—messy, honest, now even if i’m scared the whole time [pre chorus] it’s one of those days again… yeah, one of those, days (what do i tell myself?) [chorus] (mhmmm) i guess if i slow it down i might finally hear my own thoughts i could start from the ground build something that doesn’t collapse i’m tired of fighting air tired of losing to “almost” maybe this is the part (OH) where i let it burn out where i stop begging the loop to change ’cause it’s the same scene every other day and it’s driving me craaazy, OH! [outro] it’s one of those days again… hand on the handle heart arguing with my head waiting for the next downpour (mhmmm) i guess if i slow it down i might finally hear my own thoughts i could start from the ground build something that doesn’t collapse i’m tired of fighting air tired of losing to “almost” maybe this is the part (OH) where i let it burn out where i stop begging the loop to change ’cause it’s the same scene every other day and it’s driving me craaazy, OH!
