Just This, Somehow Enough

Something in my heart. Something in my heart. Swami.

If you can excuse the mess, this is me trying. Yeah, uh.

Throughout the day, the chemicals, they spike, they drop, they argue.

Some days I don't wanna continue. Yet here I am, still talking to you.

I had a machine organize my words 'cause mine kept falling apart. This is that attempt

to wish for outta you from the dark. Lately I've been sitting with something uncomfortable like

a chair that never fits. I see patterns too clearly sometimes or maybe I see ghosts

where nothing exists. I saw the Shiva Shakti there clear as day. I swear it was written