[Verse 1] It ain’t always the loud ones throwing shit across the room Sometimes it’s the quiet kid saying sorry way too soon Before you even raised your voice, before the mood even shifted They’re already bracing like the ground beneath them shifted They watch the room like it’s a minefield, read every little sign Apologise for breathing if the air feels out of line Panic over small mistakes like the world might end tonight Carry anger in their chest but aim it where it’s quiet [Pre-Chorus] And it’s scary when you see it, ‘cause you know where it comes from You’ve seen it in the mirror, you’ve felt it when you’re done [Chorus] They’re angry at themselves before the world even starts Turning all that fire inward, carving up their own hearts You see it in their eyes when they think they let you down Like they’re already the villain before they hit the ground It ain’t loud, it ain’t messy, it don’t scream or throw a fit It just sits there in their chest and slowly teaches them to quit [Verse 2] I see it in my boy when he melts down over nothing I try to regulate him but my own shit starts jumping I get it fully ‘cause I’ve been there in my head Beating myself up before I’ve even left the bed The older ones are learning, I’ve been strict since the other day Telling them the dumb shit we do is why the little ones behave this way [Bridge – Tips woven in] When it gets too loud and I lose it for a minute I’m learning to come back and say “that wasn’t you, that was me in it” I’m trying to show them that even when I’m struggling to stand They can still reach me — I’m still their dad, not just the angry man I want them to know they can name what’s burning in their chest Instead of turning it on themselves and calling it a mess You don’t have to be perfect to be safe to be around You just have to come back and let them know they’re still allowed [Final Chorus] They’re angry at themselves before the world even starts Turning all that fire inward, carving up their own hearts But it don’t have to stay that way if we show them something new That feelings ain’t the enemy and mistakes don’t make them you It ain’t loud, it ain’t messy, but it’s loud inside their head And I’m trying to break the pattern before it leaves them dead [Outro] I see it in my house. I see it in my boy. I see it in myself. And I’m trying to show them something different Before it gets too quiet to fix.
