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Circuit Breaker

[Verse 1] You ask me “How you doing?” and I fade into the dark, not out of anger, baby—more like tripping a breaker switch. I love you, yeah, I mean it, but the words get stuck and spark, like lightning in a bottle I don’t know how to unlatch. I say “I love you” — three stones in my mouth, true and heavy, I don’t throw ’em around. Then you ask me “Why?” and I blank right out, not ’cause it’s empty… it’s too loud. [Pre-Chorus] My feelings ain’t a rainbow lined up on a shelf, more like smoke in a headlight beam. Pressure in my chest, a throat that won’t let go— tell me what that means. [Chorus] ’Cause love ain’t always poetry on my tongue, sometimes love is showing up when I’ve come undone. I come back, I come back, even when I disappear— if I can’t talk, I’ll say it like this: I’m here. Yeah, I’m here. [Verse 2] Sometimes the room feels like a joke in a foreign bar, people laughing and I’m reading faces like a map. I smile at the wrong moment just to prove I’m not a threat, like “keep it light, keep it easy”—while I’m holding my breath. And a line that’s meant as teasing cuts deeper than it should, my heart picks safety first, like it always learned to do. Give me a minute, let my system catch the groove, then I’ll find my way back to you. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t always name it, but I carry it around— like a low guitar hum under the sound. You want the color, I’ve got the weight— I just can’t translate it straight. [Chorus] ’Cause love ain’t always poetry on my tongue, sometimes love is showing up when I’ve come undone. I come back, I come back, even when I disappear— if I can’t talk, I’ll say it like this: I’m here. Yeah, I’m here. [Bridge] You tell me about your day, little things, nothing loud— and I keep it like a treasure in the pocket of my chest. I wanna give you all of me, say it out, say it proud, but there’s an old wall that whispers “do it by yourself.” So I speak in other ways—quiet, small, and true: I see something in a window and I think, “that’s you.” I bring it home like a message my hands can send, when my mouth won’t. [Final Chorus] ’Cause love ain’t always poetry on my tongue, sometimes love is showing up when I’ve come undone. I come back, I come back, even when I disappear— and when I can’t explain it, I’ll still make it clear: I’m here. Not against you—just an old scar in the gear… but I’m here.