Loose Screws in My Backpack (Indie Pop-Rock)

[Verse 1] I taped a checklist to my window It just says “breathe” in crooked pen There’s coffee stains on all my journals Guess that’s my signature again I cancel plans then miss the people Scroll through lives I’ll never live Eat cereal at 3 in the morning And call it progress Call it “give” [Chorus] I got loose screws in my backpack Rattling round with old receipts I keep patched-up little daydreams Where the monsters brush their teeth I’m not broken I’m in transit Just a mess that’s learning through If my brain feels like a landslide I’ll plant flowers in it too [Verse 2] My therapist said name the voices So I called one “You’re Doing Fine” The other two are harsh comedians Turn every stumble to a line I leave the dishes in the sink Like tiny trophies of survival Put on a shirt that almost fits Pretend it’s some revival [Bridge] Some days I make my bed like armor Some days I never leave the couch Some days I laugh at every nightmare Some days I’m scared to say it out But I’m still here That’s kinda magic Hair unbrushed and slightly late If hope’s a habit I’ll keep practicing And mark my healing in the wait