fighting through static

Curtains still closed, don’t know what day it is

Phone on the floor,

lost in the static and the buzz

Dishes in the sink,

laundry on the chair

Used to have a plan,

now I don’t know where

Told myself tomorrow, said it yesterday too

Room getting smaller every hour I’m stuck in it,

it’s true

Not asking for much,

just a little bit of light

Just enough to move,

just enough to make it right I’m not okay,

but I’m still

here

Static in my head,

but I can still

hear

Something underneath it, tryna break through

Not living how I should,

but I’m still trying

to (ooh)

Some days it’s the shower,

some days it’s the door

Small steps count too,

even when they don’t feel like much more

Not asking to fix it,

not asking to be fine

Just asking for a minute where the static ain’t the only sign

I’m not okay, but I’m still

here

Static in my head,

but I can still

hear

Something underneath it, tryna break through

Not living how I should,

but I’m STILL trying

to

Room still quiet, but I opened up the blinds

Small light coming in,

that’s enough for now,

that’s fine