Verse 1
Woke up with my heart on fire,
Pounding like a warning bell.
Body rising, chest gets tighter—
That’s the first wave, I know it well.
But then the voice comes in behind it,
Spinning tales of fear and blame.
Turns a tremor to a story,
And the story lights the flame.
Chorus
It’s the second arrow hurting,
Not the heat inside my chest.
It’s the narrator’s wild guessing
That won’t let the body rest.
But when I see the tale unfolding,
Like a storm beneath the mind—
The storyline drops by itself,
And I’m back in the wave that’s mine.
Just the wave, and nothing more—
No second arrow anymore.
Verse 2
I used to think I had to fix it,
Silence everything inside.
Fight the commentary’s madness,
Push the rising tide aside.
But now I name the simple feeling:
“Warmth and shaking… tight around.”
I don’t battle with the thunder—
I just listen to the sound.
Chorus
It’s the second arrow hurting,
Not the heat inside my chest.
It’s the narrator’s wild guessing
That won’t let the body rest.
But when I see the tale unfolding,
Like a storm beneath the mind—
The storyline drops by itself,
And I’m back in the wave that’s mine.
Just the wave, and nothing more—
No second arrow anymore.
Bridge
Storylines still happen—
They rise like weather on their own.
I don’t choose to drop them—
They dissolve when they’re seen alone.
When I catch the mind creating
Meaning where there’s only air—
The fear that felt unending
Turns to nothing I can’t bear.
Verse 3
So now when midnight shaking
Wakes me from a fragile sleep,
I place a hand upon my heartbeat,
Let the body climb and sweep.
And if the voice starts telling stories
’Bout what’s broken, what’s not right—
I whisper, “That’s the second arrow,
Let the first one take its flight.”
Final Chorus
It’s the second arrow hurting,
Not the heat inside my chest.
It’s the narrator’s wild guessing
That won’t let the body rest.
But when I see the tale unfolding,
Like a storm beneath the mind—
The storyline drops by itself,
And I’m back in the wave that’s mine.
Just the wave, and nothing more—
No second arrow anymore.
Yeah, just the wave, and nothing more—
No second arrow anymore.
