Dark Days

Dark days follow me

Like a broken dream

I can’t outrun

Coffee gone

cold on the table

Phone face down

Middle of the afternoon

I keep the curtains half-open

Just enough to prove

the sky is real Still I walk room to room

Dark days follow me like a broken dream

Same old hallway

Same old scene

Every door I open

Lets the shadows in

Dark days

Holding on like they own the key

Tell me when did they move in with me

I keep waking up

Inside the same old dream

Friends say “text me when you’re better”

I type and erase

Let the screen go black

Sink full of plates from last week

Laundry folded

Never packed

I wear the same gray sweater

Like armor that forgot how to shine

Every laugh track on the TV

Hits a second out of time

Dark days follow me like a broken dream

Same old hallway

Same old scene

Every door I open

Lets the shadows in

Dark days

Holding on like they own the key

Tell me when did they move in with me

I keep waking up

Inside the same old dream

One light left on in the kitchen (oh)

Tiny moon over the tiles

I whisper my own name softly

Just to hear it for a while

If I can carry this minute

Maybe I can carry two

Maybe these dark days

Are just passing through

Dark days follow me like a broken dream

But the cracks let in a little gleam

Every door I open

I’ll let something in

Dark days

Holding on like they own the key

But I’m turning slowly

Finding me

I keep waking up

And it’s not the same old dream