Everything’s Perfect (…Right?)

Verse 1

The house wakes up before she does,

warms the floor, breathes in the light,

her phone already knows how well she slept,

gives the night a passing grade, calls it a good night.

Somewhere a voice says everything's improving —

she nods along and starts the day.

Chorus

Everything's smoother, everything's clean,

nothing to snag on, nothing between,

frictionless, flawless, nothing goes wrong —

so why does she feel like a guest in her own home,

a guest, only a guest, in her own home.

Verse 2

She takes the tram past gardens grown in glass,

past towers engineered to hide the seams,

past a hundred faces lit up soft and blue,

each one smiling at their private screens.

And when they ask her how she's doing,

she gives the answer she's supposed to give.

Chorus

Everything's perfect, everything's planned,

the whole of tomorrow fits in her hand,

frictionless, flawless, everyone's fine —

so why's there a hollow she can't leave behind,

can't leave, can't leave it behind.

Bridge

Underneath the app that counts her breathing,

underneath the calm they've engineered,

there's a small and stubborn kind of feeling

that never got the memo, never disappeared.

She doesn't have a name for it.

She just knows that it's hers.

Final Chorus

Everything's perfect, everyone's told,

the story repeats till it hardens to gold,

frictionless, flawless, not a thing to fear,

so why is she standing so quietly here,

so quiet, so quiet, right here.