2am
The kitchen light is the only honest one in the house. It doesn’t flatter you. Two in the morning and you’re standing in it with nothing broken, nothing fixed, just the hum of the refrigerator and a question that stopped being a question somewhere around thirty-five. “Why” becomes furniture. You walk around it. You set your coffee on it.
Tracks
- 01 2am 2:49
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Woke up in the middle of a sentence I don't remember starting Checked the mirror like it owes me something it doesn't Everybody's building toward a thing they can't describe I just want to know who picked the colors for the sky And if they even thought about it [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause I keep showing up to rooms That were already full before I got here [Chorus] Nothing's wrong and nothing's right I'm just standing in the kitchen light At 2 AM with nothing left to fix And no good reason not to be Completely fine with all of this [Verse 2] Had a dream where every choice I ever made was someone else's Woke up and couldn't really prove it wasn't People love to say it's all connected, all a plan But I've seen the wiring, man It's just a bunch of ordinary hands [Pre-Chorus] And I keep building little monuments To hours that didn't ask to be remembered [Chorus] Nothing's wrong and nothing's right I'm just standing in the kitchen light At 2 AM with nothing left to fix And no good reason not to be Completely fine with all of this [Bridge] (spoken, distant) You ever notice how the question "why" Stops being philosophical after a while And just becomes... furniture Something in the room you walk around [Outro - barely audible, fading] I'm fine with all of this I'm fine with all of this I'm...