Staring at the ceiling

Phone face-down

But I'm still scrolling in my head

Replaying every moment

Every word I said

Every word I never said

I'm overthinking

Turned a quiet night into a hurricane

I'm overthinking

Picking every thread till it all unravels again

Tell me how to turn it down

When my mind keeps spinning loud

I'm over

I'm overthinking

Tiny look

You gave me

Now it's blown up into something it was not

Building whole sagas

From a half-smile and a dot-dot-dot

What if I just let it go

Let it be messy

Let it be slow

What if I breathe

Count to four

[whispered vocals] Let the thought walk out the door