Lyric

Blue badge on your collar

Late bus

Long stare

Keycard beeps like a heartbeat

Dim hallway

Swivel chair

You gave today the last good part of you

Left your smile in an endless queue

Clock hit six

But it held you till eight

Walking home

Arguing with your own weight

Microwave leans on the counter

Blinking its tired green eye

You eat in the glow of a sitcom

Laugh track doing the crying inside

Tell yourself

“It’s just a heavy season”

Stacked plates

Paychecks

Some half-made reasons

Shoes by the door still laced too tight

Even in rest

You brace for a fight

Unread texts in a corner

Friends asking

“Where you been?”

Thumb hovers over the keyboard

Closes the app again

You wanna call in sick to your own life

Borrow some breath

Return it on time

Promise the mirror you’ll slow down soon

Then brush past it like an empty room

Ceiling fan tracing circles

Over lists in your head

Receipts

Reports

Small disasters

All filing in next to the bed

How long can one small spine

Carry every deadline

Who taught you that you must

Burn out to earn trust (Oh-oh)

If you could clock out of being so tough

Would the quiet be enough

Take tomorrow off inside your mind

Leave one task

One fear behind

Let the world spin crooked

Let it be late

Just breathe once

With nothing to create

Streetlamp hum on the window

Soft hum in your chest

You whisper

“I did my best today”

And let the rest

Rest