Clouds Over the Calendar (Band Male)

[Verse 1] I left dishes in the sink again Called it “busy” but it felt like “can’t” Socks on the floor like tiny white flags Truce with myself that I never quite sign Phone buzzing face-down by the bed Unread messages like tiny red storms Friends saying “come out ” I say “next time” Circle the date then erase it by night [Chorus] Some days I’m clouds over the calendar Blocking out every little plan I made I keep saying “I’ll feel better after” But “after” keeps on running late If I only move an inch today I swear that inch is still a win I’m learning how to count my breathing Like loose change in a coffee tin [Verse 2] Therapist says “try naming the thought” I call this one “you’re already behind” It shows up early Steals all the spoons Leaves me the fork and the bitter punchline I water the plants They forgive my gaps Green shoulders shrugging off the weeks I missed They don’t ask where my smile’s been sleeping They just reach for the window like it’s enough [Bridge] Maybe healing’s just a hundred quiet choices Brushing teeth at midnight Answering one message Opening the window when the room feels heavy Letting in the air Even when it stings [Verse 3] I write promises on sticky notes “Drink some water ” “take that pill” They curl at the edges by the kettle Still They wait Bright yellow little wills I’m not a broken story to be fixed I’m a paperback with wrinkled pages Coffee stains Dog-ears Margin scribbles Still getting read Just slower some days