You wanted noise and a faster workplace.

I sent my soul in 'briefcase',

You scanned it once… then clicked erase.

I bought the ticket, all in wane

Blamed the clouds and it never rained.

You kissed a fool, I bit my tongue—

Is this how the sad songs get sung?

I don’t ask for much,

Just the things that "way too much".

Why’s it always harder for me?

Is it you? Or is it slow released malease?

You get champagne from the sky,

I get silence when I try.

Is it just me… or do you feel it too?

No, of course—of course you do…

I built a castle out of half-made hope,

You said, “Nice view,” then passed the rope.

I lit a match to see you clearer—

You smiled, then disappeared.

They say “it’s timing”, they say “you’ll grow,”

I’ve grown tired of that tired show.

I’m not asking for forever—

Just someone to feel the never.

I chase the ghost, you hung the frame,

I lose the plot, they spell my name.

Why’s it always harder for me?

You get calm—I get debris.

You get kissed in movie scenes,

I get lost in 'vending" machines.

Do you ever ask yourself the truth?

No, of course—of course you do…

“The things I want don’t want me back…”

“Like mirrors that don't fight back”

“Like songs that end before they start…”

“Like people who never learn their part…”

Why’s it always harder for me?

I draw hearts—you draw boundaries.

You float through—I'm stuck in glue,

And I laugh, ‘cause what else can I do?

Is it just me…

Is it just… me?