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 Verse 1

I don’t know if it was midnight

or my head on airplane mode,

the city threw its bright lights

like an old electric ghost.

You said, “baby, this will pass,”

I thought, “no, it just came back,”

there are ghosts wearing your perfume

dancing circles in my tracks.

Pre-Chorus

And even when I doubt my shadow,

even when I lose my name,

there’s a pulse beneath the static

calling me back through the flame.

Chorus

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

even if the world is badly written.

It’s not what I feel, but I insist,

I’m a beautiful mistake with rhythm.

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

dancing lost inside the distance.

If everything breaks, I’ll still persist:

a cynical heart with resistance.

Verse 2

I saw my face inside a screen,

it looked at me without a soul,

like a fake saint in a mirror

learning how to lose control.

I’ve got faith after midnight,

I’ve got fear when morning comes,

I’ve got God stuck in my throat

and he never answers anyone.

Pre-Chorus

And even when I doubt my body,

even when I can’t get clean,

there are songs hiding in the wreckage

of the person I have been.

Chorus

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

even if the world is badly written.

It’s not what I feel, but I insist,

I’m a beautiful mistake with rhythm.

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

dancing lost inside the distance.

If everything breaks, I’ll still persist:

a cynical heart with resistance.

Bridge

I’m not the idea,

I’m not the wound,

I’m not the scene

from some other movie.

I’m what remains

when the voice gets quiet,

when the mind burns down

and the blood starts singing.

Final Chorus

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

even if the sky falls twisted.

It’s not what I lose, but I persist,

I’m a little miracle still living.

It’s not what I think, but I exist,

neon lights and nervous visions.

If no one understands this,

I’ll repeat it:

I am here, I am living.