Lyric

The week became manageable

The calls came in on time

No one checked the old wound

Once it learned to stand in line

We stopped naming the pressure

We stopped counting what it cost

If a person kept arriving

Nothing counted as lost

The rooms got used to us

The screens stayed polite

We made a life

Out of being almost fine

No one came running

No one broke through

We learned how to live

With less of what was true

The day kept moving

The trains still ran

And nobody asked

What changed in a person

When they learned they could stand

Someone made the morning

Someone paid the rent

Someone typed, “No worries”

With the last of what they meant

We grew fluent in small answers

We grew calm around the bruise

Not because it healed

But because we learned the rules

The rooms got used to us

The screens stayed polite

We made a life

Out of being almost fine

No one came running

No one broke through

We learned how to live

With less of what was true

The day kept moving

The trains still ran

And nobody asked

What changed in a person

When they learned they could stand

There was a time

We thought someone would notice

The missing part

In the middle of a sentence

But the world did not stop

And the body obeyed

So the wound became routine

And routine became a place

After Everyone Adjusted

No one came running

No one broke through

We learned how to live

With less of what was true

The day kept moving

The trains still ran

And nobody asked

What changed in a person

When they stopped hoping they would