Verse 1
I’ve been sitting with the silence,
Trying hard to let it be.
Reading signs in every moment,
Hoping something sets me free.
But the thoughts keep coming backwards,
Pulling threads across the mind—
And I start to feel like maybe
I’m the one soul left behind.
Chorus
Oh I’m frustrated with the waiting,
With the sense I’m standing still.
Everyone else looks like they’re waking
While I circle the same hill.
But the truth keeps softly whispering
Through the ache I try to hide:
“Progress isn’t something missing,
It’s the story you’ve applied.”
Verse 2
I keep searching for a breakthrough,
For that moment others name.
I compare my quiet stumblings
To their fragments of a flame.
Every tightening in my chest
Feels like proof I’m out of tune—
Like I’m failing at the one thing
I’ve been chasing since last June.
Chorus
Oh I’m frustrated with the waiting,
With the sense I’m standing still.
Everyone else looks like they’re waking
While I circle the same hill.
But the truth keeps softly whispering
Through the ache I try to hide:
“Progress isn’t something missing,
It’s the story you’ve applied.”
Bridge
And maybe I’ve mistaken
Every tremor for a sign—
Held my breath through every sunrise
Waiting for some grand design.
But the quiet keeps unfolding
Even when I can’t perceive—
Maybe waking’s not a moment,
Just a learning to receive.
Verse 3
So tonight I’ll sit and listen
To the thoughts that scrape the bone—
Not as failures or as warnings,
Just as weather passing through alone.
And the frustration in my ribcage
Isn’t proof I’m off the way—
It’s the echo of a longing
That was never mine to say.
Final Chorus
Oh I’m frustrated with the waiting,
With the sense I’m standing still.
Everyone else looks like they’re waking
While I circle the same hill.
But the truth keeps softly whispering
From a place I can’t divide:
“You’re not late and you’re not lacking—
It’s the measuring that lied.”
Outro
It’s the measuring that lied…
Yeah, the measuring always lied.
