Comatose (Verse 1 – hushed, close-mic acoustic) You’re standing over me in hallway light, Shaking my shoulder back from white. Your eyes go wide — I watch them grow, Like you’ve seen this scene before. You say my name like it’s a rope, Like syllables could pull up hope. But I’m floating somewhere slow and cold, Half in shadow, half controlled. Your words get stuck behind your teeth, You swallow blame you’ll never speak. “This hurts me more,” you always said — So I learned to starve instead. (Pre-Chorus – tension, heartbeat rhythm) Black and white behind my eyes, Petals falling, flatline skies. Hands reach in but don’t quite close — I drift further than you know. ⸻ (Chorus – raw, melodic, heavy) I’m comatose — Wide awake inside a ghost. Every stair at once I fall, Every coffin — big and small. Overdosed on quiet highs, Chemistry dressed up as paradise. If this is living, let me know — Why does it feel like letting go? I’m comatose… And I don’t know If I want to wake. ⸻ (Verse 2 – darker, more intimate) Lips cracked dry, can’t form a word, Just a breath that barely stirs. Static running through my veins, Little wars with bigger names. You say I crave the crash, the burn, Like I don’t know what I’ve learned. Like I don’t feel the price I pay When heaven leaves me twice a day. White roses on a hospital floor, You call it love — I call it war. You say, “Take it, you’ll be fine.” I blur the edges, draw the line. (Pre-Chorus – rising) The room tilts left, the room tilts right, Sugarcoated satellite. Tell me if I’m still alive — Why does it feel like I’ve flatlined? ⸻ (Chorus – bigger, breaking) I’m comatose — Wide awake inside a ghost. Bleeding through a velvet lie, Overdosed on alibis. Throw your roses, call it grace, Paint forgiveness on my face. If this is mercy, let me know — Why does it feel like letting go? I’m comatose… And I don’t know If I want to wake. ⸻ (Bridge – stripped, confessional) Maybe numb is just a door I learned to lock from the inside. Maybe silence feels like peace When you’re too tired to fight. Maybe I mistake the pulse For something close to hope. Maybe I just like the edge — It keeps me close to the rope. ⸻ (Final Chorus – softer first half, then rupture) I’m comatose — Still breathing, I suppose. Every high that pulls me up Lets me fall twice as close. Roses raining on decay, Call it love, then look away. If I wake up, will I see What it’s done to you — to me? I’m comatose… And somewhere underneath I feel it — But I don’t move.
