Just A Sip

[Verse 1] Cracked ceramic cup shaking, hairline at the rim, Tiny white coffin filled right to the brim. You want small talk, sugar on the tongue, I’ve been drinking thunder since I was young. You call me “too much,” say I “go too far,” You’ve never met the things that carved these scars. Every quiet swallow, every bitten lip Is me holding back a flood you’d drown in with one sip. [Pre-Chorus] You want blue skies signed on tidy forms, I’m rust, I’m flood, I’m off-the-map storms. You keep your distance, play safe and conform— I sit here shaking, built out of the swarm. [Chorus] There’s a storm under my skin that nobody wants to face, Black water on my hands and you’re terrified to taste. If I carve out all this darkness, will there be anybody there? I’m afraid it’s eaten through me till there’s nothing left to share. [Verse 2] I cut my stories down to “fine” and “yeah,” Leave the worst parts rotting in the back somewhere. You scroll past the fracture in my half-shaped grin, Never feel the tidal drag grinding within. “Just breathe, calm down,” you pat my name, While the walls bend in like a closing frame. You bless my silence, call it “keeping warm”— I call it bracing for another forming storm. [Pre-Chorus] You want neat cups stacked in a perfect row, I’m hairline cracks where the pressures show. You toast to normal, quiet and warm— I bare my teeth in the heart of the storm. [Chorus] There’s a storm under my skin that nobody wants to know, Black water in my hands and you’re too scared to let it flow. If I cut away this darkness, will there be anybody there? Has it hollowed out my body till there’s nothing left to share? [Breakdown] You want the rain without the flood, You want the heart without the blood. You want my pain turned down, reformed— I was never built for “safe” or “norm.” [Bridge] What if this chaos is the only shape I own? Blueprints in floodwater, backbone of stone. If I bleed out every shadow, let the cup run dry, Will there be any “me” left to occupy? So if this is my burden and my only art, I’ll raise this shaking chalice like a broken heart. If you won’t stand with me when the sky deforms, I’ll drink to my own name and become the storm. [Final Chorus] There’s a storm under my skin and I’m done keeping it caged, Let the black fire rise as it chews through the gauge. If I walk out of this darkness and there’s nobody there, At least whatever’s left of me is mine alone to bear. No more neat cups lined for your quiet decor, Keep your powdered sunlight, your locked-up door. I’ll be out in the weather you were born to ignore— Lightning in my bloodstream, kicking down the door.