[Verse 1]
I left my coat on the kitchen chair
Cold tea gathering a skin by the window there
The clock keeps chewing through another thin hour
I count the little things I no longer have power
The sink is full, the hallway bulb is out
My hands know the route, my head takes the long way ’round
You ask if I’m fine; I give the practiced nod
Like a door held shut by a tired old lock
[Chorus]
I’m worn to the seam, I’m close to giving way
Still I put one foot down, still I face the day
If I bend, let me bend; don’t call it defeat
I’m not gone, I’m just finding ground beneath me
[Verse 2]
There’s a note on the fridge with a number to call
And a grocery list folded small by the wall
I read both twice, then I sit on the floor
Let the quiet stay quiet; I don’t ask for more
You don’t need a speech, you don’t need a cure
Just stay till the kettle begins to stir
I can’t promise a sunrise, can’t promise I’m strong
But I can make it through this breath, then another one
[Chorus]
I’m worn to the seam, I’m close to giving way
Still I put one foot down, still I face the day
If I bend, let me bend; don’t call it defeat
I’m not gone, I’m just finding ground beneath me
[Outro]
The tea’s gone cold, but the room holds still
One breath, one chair, one small window sill
Stay here with me till the kettle sings
No grand answer—just ordinary things