Didn’t Stop Breathing

[drier cymbal profile, stronger low-mid glue] [tape saturation, subtle analog warmth] [softened_cymbal_transients] [balanced_stereo_field] [Verse 1] Woke up with my shoes still on, don’t remember sleeping. The clock’s face looks stunned, like it caught me sneaking. The bed’s too far, the floor’s just fine; same story, different night. Kept my ribs moving in and out, like I agreed to stay alive. [Chorus] But I didn’t stop breathing, not even once. The stupid clock kept doing its job. I didn’t stop breathing, for what it’s worth. The world quit first. [Verse 2] Brushed my teeth just once this week—halfway out of habit. Coughed up a reason, spit it out, and left the faucet running. It’s crazy how much the body forgives when you give it no reason to. I tried to lose track of myself, but my pulse kept pulling through. [Chorus] But I didn’t stop breathing, not even once. The stupid clock kept doing its job. I didn’t stop breathing, for what it’s worth. The world quit first. [Bridge] The fact: the blood still moves. The limit: I don’t know why that has to mean I do. [Final Chorus] But I didn’t stop breathing, not even once. The stupid clock kept waking me up. I didn’t stop breathing, for what it’s worth. The world quit first, I didn’t stop.