The screen glows blue, another how you been? I autopilot, type the lie again
I'm good, I'm great, just working, you know how it is Another piece of my soul I just casually dismiss
I'm the therapist's friend, the holder of space With a smile plastered on my face
But the cord's been cut, the connection is dead It's all the things I should've said instead
Playing on a loop inside my head Inside my head
And if I sent the real text, the one I draft and then delete The I'm not okay, I'm barely on my feet
I already know the response I'd get, the curated, cautious tone The sending love, then left alone
So I backspace the truth, I swallow the static My love is a language, they call it traumatic
It's a white noise prison, a silent screaming wall I'm not into your words, but I can't hear them at all
I'm broadcasted in color on a fractured, broken line But all that's coming back to me is a dull and steady whine
This constant, quiet violence, this frequency of fear Is the only thing that's ringing true
And crystal clear
I'm scrolling through a feed of perfect curated lies While I'm trying to remember what it feels like to feel alive
I'm a ghost in my own home, just echoes in the hall Screaming at the mirrors on the wall
They say just take a walk, just get some air Like a change of scenery will make me stop the despair
But the chaos isn't out there, it's the noise in my own brain A constant screaming, pouring rain
And if I showed the real real, the shaky unfiltered Take the 3am panic for heaven's sake
I already know the views, it'd get the pity The concern, the lesson that I never seem to learn
So I filter the ache, I post a fake son Another day pretending I'm not on the run
It's a white noise prison, a silent screaming wall I'm not into your words, but I can't hear them at all
I'm broadcasting in color on a fractured, broken line But all that's coming back to me is a dull and steady whine
This constant, quiet violence, this frequency of fear Is the only thing that's ringing true
And crystal clear
The altitude is dizzying, I'm standing on the ledge Of every single unsent message I've ever left unread
And the ground below is just a blur of you'll be fine and just hang in
A billion empty phrases wearing desperately thin And the only thing that's certain in this free fall, in this spin
Is the static is the only voice I'm listening to within
It's a white noise prison, a silent screaming wall I'm not into your words, but I can't hear them at all
I'm broadcasting in color on a fractured, broken line But all that's coming back to me is a dull and steady whine
This constant, quiet violence, this frequency of fear Is the only thing that's ringing true
And crystal clear
