Cracks in the Coffee Cup (Indie-Pop Band)

[Verse 1] Left my brain on the kitchen table Next to bills and a half-warm drink Phone keeps buzzing like it’s something fatal I just stare and let the ice cubes sink Plants on the sill look a little tired Guess they learned that trick from me I keep joking “yeah I’m just wired” But the wires feel more like weeds [Chorus] Some days I’m fine in the mirror Some days I blur at the touch I keep on folding my feelings smaller Tuck them where no one looks that much If I crack like a coffee cup handle Don’t sweep me straight into the bin I’m not broken I’m just handled badly Just need a softer place to land in [Verse 2] Therapist chair has my favorite imprint Like it knows every twist I bring I talk circles ‘til the truth gets dizzy Smile wide when the worst parts ring Mom keeps asking if I’m getting better As if healing’s just a stairs I climb I say “yeah I’m sleeping kinda lighter” But the dark still texts me all the time [Verse 3] Friend on read for a couple of hours Brain says “you ruined it Of course” I rehearse ten ways to say “I’m sorry” For a thing that never ran its course I write lists of the little victories Like “took a walk” and “made the bed” Pin them up like tiny medals On the battlefield inside my head [Bridge] Maybe I’ll never be simple Maybe that’s perfectly fine I’ll count breaths like quiet confessions Mark the wins in pencil lines If I tremble at the small stuff And I shiver when it’s bright It still counts that I’m here That I’m breathing That I dragged myself into the light