[Intro]
Soft light on the sink, the clock hums low
A porcelain smile in a mirror glow
I polish the air with practiced pauses
While the quiet truth hides in ordinary clauses
[Verse 1]
I line up the hours like orderly stars
Knit buttoned lies to quiet the scars
The routine hums a velvet, velvet lie
But the kettle whispers when no one’s by
[Pre-Chorus]
In the hum of the fridge, I hear a truth
A whisper dressed as a domestic proof
[Chorus]
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display
Yet tiny cracks map the real today
In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door
The imperfect heart keeps asking for more
[Verse 2]
I dust the shelves till they gleam like vows
I memorize the routes around the house
Behind the curtain of every pristine scene
Lies the simple ache of what could have been
[Pre-Chorus]
A kettle’s steam writes letters to my name
I feel the margins growing brave and tame
[Chorus]
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display
Yet tiny cracks map the real today
In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door
The imperfect heart keeps asking for more
[Bridge]
The overlooked beat of a quiet life
Where shadow and dust become a kinder light
I trade the mask for a softer scale
And find a voice in the ordinary, pale
[Chorus]
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine on display
Yet tiny cracks map the real today
In the napkin fold, in the shoe by the door
The imperfect heart keeps asking for more
[Outro]
So I fold the daylight into a seam
And wear the mundane like a patient dream
Solace grows where the small things breathe
And the hidden self learns how to live beneath
