[Intro]
[4-note synth]
TING-TING...
TING-TING...
[Voice, light]
Yeah.
I’m moving too fast.
That’s probably the problem.
[808 drops]
[Verse 1]
New city.
Same room.
Same ceiling
when I can’t sleep.
New number.
Same people
I don’t call back.
I got good
at disappearing
without actually
going anywhere.
You say:
“Slow down.”
I say:
“I’m good.”
Then buy something
I don’t need
just to feel
different for an hour.
[Hi-hat roll]
trrr-trrr.
I know.
That sounds stupid.
It is.
But silence
costs more.
So I keep noise
around me.
Music.
People.
Lights.
Anything
that doesn’t ask:
“Are you happy?”
[Beat mutes]
Don’t ask that.
[4-note synth]
TING-TING...
TING-TING...
[Hook]
TOO FAST TO FEEL.
TOO HIGH TO LAND.
TOO MANY PEOPLE
I DON’T REALLY
UNDERSTAND.
TOO FAST TO FEEL.
TOO LOUD TO THINK.
EVERYTHING SHINES—
THEN IT’S GONE
WHEN I BLINK.
[Ad-lib]
Yeah.
Gone when I blink.
[Verse 2]
I got messages
I never opened.
Not because
I don’t care.
Sometimes
I care too much.
That’s worse.
You text:
“Where you been?”
I type:
“Busy.”
Delete it.
Type:
“Sorry.”
Delete that too.
Then I send:
“lol”
[Small laugh]
That explains nothing.
Perfect.
[808 slide]
I got people
who love me
and somehow
I still feel
like I’m sneaking
through my own life.
Like everybody
knows something
I missed.
[Flow gets faster]
New shoes.
Old anxiety.
Big room.
Small battery.
Phone at one percent.
Me too.
I say:
“Let’s go out.”
Because going home
means hearing myself.
And honestly—
[Beat cuts]
I’ve heard enough.
[Hook]
TOO FAST TO FEEL.
TOO HIGH TO LAND.
TOO MANY PEOPLE
I DON’T REALLY
UNDERSTAND.
TOO FAST TO FEEL.
TOO LOUD TO THINK.
EVERYTHING SHINES—
THEN IT’S GONE
WHEN I BLINK.
[Break]
[Pads + synth only]
[Voice softer]
You asked me once:
“What are you running from?”
I laughed.
Because...
that sounded dramatic.
Then I got home
and thought about it
for three hours.
[Small pause]
Maybe I’m not
running from anything.
Maybe I’m just scared
that if I stop...
nothing changes.
And then
I have to admit
all that speed
wasn’t taking me
somewhere.
It was just...
speed.
[808 returns quietly]
[Final Verse]
I don’t wanna be sad
in a nice car.
That’s embarrassing.
I don’t wanna
turn every feeling
into something
I can buy around.
I don’t wanna keep
saying:
“Next week.”
“Next month.”
“Next year.”
Like future me
is some better person
I’ve never met.
[Voice rises]
Maybe tonight
I go home early.
Maybe I answer
one message.
Maybe I sit
in the dark
without trying
to win against it.
[Beat mutes]
Maybe.
[4-note synth]
TING-TING...
TING-TING...
[Final Hook]
TOO FAST TO FEEL.
BUT I FELT THIS ONE.
TOO HIGH TO LAND—
BUT I’M COMING DOWN.
TOO MANY PEOPLE.
TOO MUCH NOISE.
I FORGOT
WHAT MY OWN HEAD
SOUNDS LIKE
WITHOUT A CHOICE.
[Beat drops harder]
TOO FAST TO FEEL!
TOO FAST TO FEEL!
[Ad-libs]
Yeah!
Slow down.
No—
not that much.
[Outro]
[Synth alone]
TING-TING...
[Voice]
I’ll figure it out.
Probably.
[Small pause]
Not tonight.
But probably.
