Lyric

Cold coffee on the table

Sunlight on a wrinkled sheet

Messages I never answered

Sleeping underneath

There are shoes beside the doorway

I haven’t worn in days

Somehow even moving forward

Looks hard from this place

I’m not shining

I’m not healed

I’m just here

And maybe that is real

Still breathing

Still here somehow

With a heart that breaks

And keeps its rhythm now

Still breathing

That has to mean something

If I can’t see the light yet

Maybe I’m becoming it

Dust dancing in the window

Cars moving down below

The whole world keeps on turning

Even when I’m slow

I thought strength would feel like thunder

Something loud and bright

But maybe it’s just waking up again

After every night

Not finished

Not undone

Just in the middle

Of what I’ll become

Still breathing

Still here somehow

With tired eyes and hope

I’m learning to allow

Still breathing

That has to mean something

If the door is still closed

Maybe I’m the key turning

No fireworks

No sudden change

Just one more morning

I didn’t waste

No miracle

No perfect view

Just a pulse saying

I’m not through

Still breathing

Still soft, still strong

I’ve been surviving quietly

All along

Still breathing

That has to mean something

If I’m still here now

Then the story’s still becoming

Still breathing