Lyric

Morning came in tired

I stood up anyway

Put my face together

And entered the day

The sink was full

The phone was bright

I answered one message

Like that made me fine

The street was too much

The voices were near

I kept walking straight

With pressure in my ears

Nothing broke open

No one could tell

I looked like a person

Who handled it well

That was the trick

That was the cost

I made it through the doorway

I made it through the noise

I made it through the small talk

With a borrowed voice

I made it look ordinary

I made it look clean

But getting through something

Does not mean peace

Then one little question

Landed wrong in my chest

Nothing dramatic

Just one more test

I smiled too quickly

I lost my place

The whole day leaned forward

Behind my face

I did not fall

I just went thin

I made it through the hallway

I made it through the light

I made it through the evening

By leaving myself inside

I made it look easy

I made it look safe

But surviving the day

Still takes something away

Do not call it strength

When nothing else was allowed

Do not call me calm

When I only turned down

I was not okay

I was not gone

I was a small room

Keeping the lights on

I made it to the ending

I made it to my door

I took off the face

I could not wear anymore

No crash, no rescue

No visible pain

Just one more day

Almost Managed Again