B F#m E G#m
I wake up screaming in the night
But I am the only one
Who seems to hear it
Check my reflection in the light
Touch my face to make sure
My lips aren’t moving
And cries ring out
Or so I thought
But these cries
They ring in
I stand here screaming in the day
But I am the only one
Who seems to hear it
Lock a smile to my face
And nod at the right times
And cries ring out
Or so I thought
But these cries
They ring in
E G#m
My shell has slipped it’s guard
One shoulder relaxes back and down
Flares and alarms fly up
And I am pulled
Back around
I lay here screaming in my bed
But I am the only one
Who seems to hear it
Burn the pages of the day
And lock the ashes away
And cries ring out
Or so I thought
But these cries
They ring in
My shell has slipped it’s guard
One shoulder relaxes back and down
Flares and alarms fly up
And I am pulled
Back around
Footnotes
We started writing this on a Fall afternoon. Sitting at the S___ at the moment, in the company of friends, while the S___ play.
Something different is going on in my brain. I’m more aware of the pain and emotional toil I am experiencing.
Finished this up the next day at home. Rocking on the couch, struggling with hyper-vigilance and trauma.
It’s about experiencing strong feelings of pain, depression, anxiety, and dissociation while in a world that I can’t connect to because there’s such a gap.