Glass Mornings, Heavy Nights (Electric Piano)

[Verse 1] I wake up on the wrong side of my own mind Coffee tastes like cardboard But I drink it just the same Calendar is crowded with decisions I keep dodging Phone is full of faces I am tired to explain [Chorus] I am not broken I am bending in a hard wind Holding all these quiet storms behind my teeth Today I will count the smallest wins The ones that shake like baby steps If I am still breathing Then the story is not complete [Verse 2] I cancel late again Type “sorry” till it blurs Lie and say it is traffic when it is tangled in my chest Mirror says “you are trying” while my fears talk over it I put on these same old jeans like some makeshift bulletproof vest