Patchwork Sky (Indie-Pop Band)

[Verse 1] Got my coffee going cold on the windowsill Unread texts stacking like unpaid bills Every thought in my head screaming over each other Still I’m scrolling in circles Can’t call my mother [Chorus] Some days I’m patching up the sky with tape and thread Holding tiny pieces of myself inside my hands instead I’m not fixed I’m not broken Just learning how to bend If today’s a mess It doesn’t mean this story has to end [Verse 2] Sat in traffic in my own chest Can’t find the exit signs Doctor’s office magazines judging my tired eyes He said “Write down every fear Then tear it in two” I kept the smaller pieces Pocketed a few [Bridge] I planted little promises in the back of my mind Watered them with cheap jokes and getting out on time I’m not chasing happy like a prize at the fair I’m just trying to show up Even shaking Even scared