Lyric

Steam twists like a tiny storm

In a cup too small to hold this world

Alarm still ringing in my bones

Messages stacked up on my phone

Shoes by the door that never move

Coffee stains that trace the groove

Every morning same routine

Clock hands whisper in between

But my heartbeat doesn’t match

All the numbers on the patch

I stir the surface till it shakes

Watch the circles that it makes

All my ordinary days

Bend around this fragile weight

This is gravity in a teacup

Pulling every scattered thought back up

Tiny orbit on a kitchen chair

Holding more than I can bear

When the outside world is not enough

I feel galaxies inside this cup

Cracked white ceramic, silver spoon

Ceiling light like a plastic moon

Traffic humming down below

In a key I almost know

Every headline on the screen

Tells me where I’ve never been

But the liquid in my hand

Keeps me heavy where I stand

I tilt the surface toward the light

Little constellations rise

In the swirl I recognize

Every version of my life

This is gravity in a teacup

Pulling every scattered thought back up

Tiny orbit on a kitchen chair

Holding more than I can bear

When the outside world is not enough

I feel galaxies inside this cup

Maybe I’m afraid of how it spills

How it proves I’m standing still

All the roads I didn’t take

Curl like steam above the wake

But if I drink it to the end

Taste the bitter, taste the blend

Maybe I can leave this seat

Walk on unfamiliar streets

Every circle that I’ve traced

Leaves a ring I can’t erase

I can carry what remains

Without staying in this frame

This is gravity in a teacup

Pulling every scattered fear back up

Tiny orbit breaking from the chair

Spilling me into the open air

When the outside world is rough enough

I still hold a universe inside this cup

Steam fades, but the pull stays on

I stand up and let the morning run