Lyric

You don’t gotta lie just to make it through the day

You can still laugh, even drifting this way

In a room that sways like it’s breathing on its own

If pastel squares and circles warm your cheeks into tone

If your face fills with color, softly swollen with light

That alone was enough, that alone felt right

No need to cry, yeah, there’s really no demand

In a dark little room, at least flip the lamp

Come on, hit the switch, let the shadows retreat

There’s still olanzapine left tucked under the sink

Not a sermon, not a cure, not a permanent fix

Just a pause in the spiral, chemistry tricks

You don’t have to stay tense, don’t brace for the hit

By the pharmacy trees where the minutes feel thin

A bored, fragile wind barely bothering leaves

Autumn-blue sky slowly dragged like a sleeve

Nothing urgent, nothing chasing your back

Just air moving air in a lukewarm fact

We’ve still got something, I know it’s still here

Past reinforced glass at the east wing frontier

Behind tempered windows that don’t ever bend

Something learned how to start, how to end, start again

Blooming, then falling, repeating the scene

That vivid, electric, cobalt-blue flame

I remember the way it refused to stay still

Like fire pretending it’s learning to kneel

Every flare was a vow, every fade was a theft

Still it burned like it owed us whatever was left

Not loud like a siren, not quiet like prayer

Just a color that proved we were ever there

No lies in the smile, no weight in the breath

Just the casual courage of not choosing death

In a rocking-room rhythm, unstable but kind

Where the floor tilts gently with the tilt of the mind

Pastels in your hand, chalk dust in the air

Turning pain into shapes that don’t ask you to care

You don’t need a breakdown, don’t need to perform

Don’t need holy suffering to prove you’re warm

Just sit in the mess, let the minutes misalign

Let the seconds drip slow like a bad punchline

If your cheeks fill with life, even briefly, even thin

Then the day didn’t win, then the day didn’t win

I’m not saying it’s fixed, I’m not saying it’s fine

But the light hit the wall in a merciful line

And the room kept swaying, not violent, not fast

Like a ship that remembers a gentler past

If you laughed without lying, just once, just then

That was more than enough, I’d take that again

There’s medicine waiting, there’s trees in a row

There’s a sky that keeps moving even when we don’t know

There’s a flame past the glass, cobalt, untrained

Teaching start and goodbye like it’s not a mistake

And we’re standing somewhere between numb and awake

Letting weak autumn wind make decisions it makes

So don’t cry for the moment, don’t dramatize loss

Just exist in the middle, unheroic, un-crossed

If you smiled without armor, if your face found some weight

If the color came back even late, even late

Then I swear, then I swear, with no god, with no plan

That was everything, that was all that I am