Don’t get up
Don’t prove a thing
Let the day knock itself out

I’m the thick, soft hour that clings to your skin,
The syrup in your limbs where the wanting won’t begin
They taught you to be bright, to be busy, to be good,
To turn your life to kindling, to make fire out of should
But I found you in the after, when the applause went thin,
When your name felt like a uniform you forgot you were in
So loosen every buckle, unbutton every thought—
No one is watching closely, no one is keeping score

You carry mornings like a sentence you must serve,
Smile through fatigue like it’s something you deserve
You call it "discipline" you call it "what you must"
But your body keeps a ledger made of ache and quiet rust
So let the floor forgive you, let the pillow be a door,
Let the world keep spinning without you at the oar

Let the phone keep ringing
Let the guilt keep singing
It can’t claw through the blanket,
It can’t swim through the dark

Lie still, lie still, let the ceiling do the math,
Let the world keep moving without you in its path
I won’t call it failure, I’ll call it holy rest,
A quiet little mutiny inside your chest
Lie still, lie still, let your promises expire,
Let your ambition cool to ash, let your engine lose its fire
If everything is heavy, then honey, let it fall—
Just close your eyes and stop obeying all

Mm… let it fall…
ううん……落として……

I’m the dusty daylight leaking through the blinds,
The unwashed cup of yesterday you never seem to find
I’m the chair that holds your shape like it was always meant,
The little sigh you make when you admit you’re spent
They’ll call you weak, they’ll call you small, "not enough"
But they don’t feel the gravity that lives inside your skull
So let me be the silence, let me be the lukewarm—
I can make the sharp demands sound distant, far from harm

I can wrap you in a softness that feels like being saved,
I can make you stop pretending you were never scared

Let the clock keep judging
Let the sun keep nudging
It can’t drag you by the ankle
If you don’t move at all

Lie still, lie still, let the ceiling do the math,
Let the world keep moving without you in its path
I won’t call it failure, I’ll call it holy rest,
A quiet little mutiny inside your chest
Lie still, lie still, let your promises expire,
Let your ambition cool to ash, let your engine lose its fire
If everything is heavy, then honey, let it fall—
Just close your eyes and stop obeying all

They say: "Get up. Try harder. Fix it. Earn your air"
They say: "If you don’t produce, you don’t deserve to be there"
They sell you shining panic and call it "discipline"

But tell me: who benefits from your exhaustion?
Who drinks the sweat you spill?
Who built a world that never ends
and called it "strong will"?

Sometimes rest is wisdom. Sometimes rest is hiding
Sometimes a blanket is a shelter—
sometimes it’s a coffin with better lighting

Stay
Let your inbox turn to snow
Let your deadlines lose their teeth
Let your obligations drift like dust you do not breathe

If you don’t answer, they can’t take you
If you don’t rise, they can’t remake you
But if you never rise—
what else will you never do?

The room grows warm, the edges blur,
Your thoughts slow down, begin to purr
Comfort turns thick, sweet, hard to quit—
A velvet trap you settle in
And somewhere deep, a tiny spark
keeps coughing in the dark

Lie still, lie still, let the ceiling do the math,
Let the world keep moving without you in its path
I won’t call it failure, I’ll call it holy rest,
A quiet little mutiny inside your chest
Lie still, lie still, let your promises expire,
Let your ambition cool to ash, let your engine lose its fire
If everything is heavy, then honey, let it fall—
Just close your eyes and stop obeying all

But hold one thread of wanting, just a hair-thin line—
Rest, but don’t surrender every last sign
Keep a candle small, a stubborn ember in the dark,
Not up to earn a name—
just up to feel the spark

Don’t get up
Don’t prove a thing
Let the day knock itself out
Lie still…
Lie still…