Lyric

Bubbles of a monologue I couldn't swallow down

A heat starts ringing deep inside my throat

Leftover scraps of will, abandoned and alone

Silently grinding, scraping at my bone

The husk of my raspy voice, let it stay behind

Pasted to the bottom of my twisted mind

Acting out the "me" you wanted to see

While faking every lie, avoiding the key

I thought I heard a sound like a laugh

Or maybe just the sound of things breaking in half

Only the nameless regrets started to play

Still, still, ringing away

Residual Instants, voices torn apart

Roughly stinging at my calloused heart

Even though I swallowed them, again and again

Even though, even though, even though, even though!

Less than emotion, less than a memory

But burned into me so perfectly

I couldn't pretend it was never there

That was me, the "me" I had to bear

Mouth held shut, the phrases start to pile

Unfinished lines behind a fake little smile

Even the fragments of the days we laughed

Are stabbing me now, like a broken shaft

I thought I heard a sound so kind

Or maybe just the sound of a shattering mind

Only the nameless impulses started to stay

Still, still, remaining this way

Residual Instants, the layers of my lies

Breathing at the bottom where the ego dies

I kept on pretending that I didn't know

Forever, forever, forever, I won't let go!

If I had said it then, what would change?

I used to hate words that felt so strange

But the things I couldn't say are trembling now

In my throat, I’m feeling them somehow

Still, still, still, it's ringing loud

Underneath my skin, screaming and proud

Throat, pulse, and under the tongue

Dragging the present where I once clung

Residual Instants, every part of me

The scraps of days in a silent sea

Everything now is starting to trace

My silhouette, my shape, my place!

Unfinished, incorrect, nothing to boast

In this pile of sound, I’m hosting a ghost

Naming the noise, I’ll keep on being me

Holding the mess, for the whole world to see

I don’t want to be beautiful or clean

I’ll embrace this raw, bleeding scene

With these emotions, worn down and blue

To make me, finally, "me"—true and new