Why ask why?
Why count the cost?
Let the question starve

I’m the breeze that empties pages, the thumb that skips the fine print,
The laugh that says "It’s nothing" while the fuse begins to mint
I’m the comfy little fog where consequences can’t be seen,
I’m the sugar in the sentence that turns "careful" into "clean"
You’ve been dragging a compass like it proves you’re still alive,
You’ve been hunting for a meaning like a debt you must survive
But meaning is a hunger—darling, let it miss a meal,
Come float with me in shallows where you don’t have to feel

No maps, no mirrors,
No sermons, no "should"
Just the warm little habit
of being misunderstood

No why, no when—let the world be thin,
Let the day be a rumor and start again
I don’t want a lesson, I don’t want a plan,
I want a bright, dumb moment in the palm of my hand
No why, no when—turn my head to foam,
Make my guilt too sleepy to find its way home
If I don’t look down, I won’t see the drop—
So hush, and let the thinking stop

Mm… let it stop…
Mm… let it stop…

I’m the "later" that never comes, the "sure" you never meant,
The friendly little "maybe" that dissolves into event
I’m the grin you wear at parties when you can’t recall the names,
I’m the way you clap along to someone else’s burning flames
I can make you nod to anything, I can make you sign with ease,
I can make you call it "freedom" as I pick your mind for keys
You think you’re just relaxing, you think you’re being light—
But I am how the darkness learns to travel in daylight

No maps, no mirrors,
No sermons, no "should"
Just the warm little habit
of being misunderstood

No why, no when—let the world be thin,
Let the day be a rumor and start again
I don’t want a lesson, I don’t want a plan,
I want a bright, dumb moment in the palm of my hand
No why, no when—turn my head to foam,
Make my guilt too sleepy to find its way home
If I don’t look down, I won’t see the drop—
So hush, and let the thinking stop

They tell you: "Be informed"
They tell you: "Take a side"
They tell you: "Be a person with a spine, with pride"

But spines get tired
Sides get sharp
Pride is heavy

And sometimes, darling, ignorance feels like mercy

So I offer you the cotton,
I offer you the blur—
A cozy kind of nothingness
where no one gets to hurt

But here’s the secret in my softness:
I make it easy for the hungry ones
The wolves don’t need your wisdom—
they just need your "sure, whatever" once

Don’t read it
Don’t check it
Don’t ask who it helps

Scroll
Smile
Agree

Let the headline be a lullaby
Let the warning be a butterfly
Let the red flags look like decorations
Let the trap feel like a vacation

The beat goes light, the lights go bright,
Your thoughts slip out like stolen kites
You dance through "maybe" you hum through "fine"
You trade your sharpness for sweet, cheap wine
And every choice feels weightless—
until it isn’t

No why, no when—let the world be thin,
Let the day be a rumor and start again
I don’t want a lesson, I don’t want a plan,
I want a bright, dumb moment in the palm of my hand
No why, no when—turn my head to foam,
Make my guilt too sleepy to find its way home
If I don’t look down, I won’t see the drop—
So hush, and let the thinking stop

No why, no when—smooth my mind to glass,
Let the hard questions drift like boats that pass
I’ll laugh at the edge, I’ll wave at the fall,
I’ll call it "being easy" I’ll call it "not my call"
But when the night gets quiet and the blur wears thin,
I hear the tiny footsteps of the truth come in
And I don’t have a language—only static, only air…
So I smile, and pretend I’m not scared

Why ask why?
Why count the cost?
Let the question starve
No why…
No when…