Lyrics
Verse 1
It didn’t start with questions,
Started in my chest—
A hollow kind of leaning
Where the hum used to rest.
A heaviness behind my eyes,
A sinking I could feel,
Like the world lost its scaffolding
And showed me what was real.
Chorus
None of this matters,
That sentence came and went—
Not like a breakdown,
More like weather moving in.
When the noise finally quieted,
When the stories fell through,
I was sitting in the silence
With nothing to point to.
Verse 2
I watched them build their meaning
From phones and plans and time,
Chasing destinations
Like the point was on a line.
But meaning was a hand-me-down,
A story stitched in fear,
Something taught and reinforced
So the void wouldn’t feel so near.
Chorus
None of this matters—
It broke the social rule,
Pulled the plug on all the reasons,
All the striving I’d been taught to do.
But heard as just a quiet sound,
Not a threat, not a coup,
It left the world unbearably bare…
And strangely beautiful too.
Bridge
Who am I without a storyline?
Who stands when plots collapse?
There’s fear in losing purpose—
There’s relief in the gap.
The self goes missing in the fallout,
A center disappears,
And what’s left is just the living
With no future pulling gears.
Verse 3
I sat down by the water,
Watched a man mend broken thread,
Each loop complete, then gone again,
No meaning overhead.
He said, “You fix what’s right here,”
Not the ocean, not the sky—
And something in my ribs grew soft
When I stopped asking why.
Final Chorus
Nothing to point to,
Nothing to become.
Life stopped being a mission
And learned how to simply run.
The melancholy stayed with me,
But it made the world feel true—
When meaning finally vanished,
Intimacy came through.
Outro
The ache didn’t mean life was empty,
It meant the veil was gone.
Everything became fragile,
Everything shone.
And in a world that owes me nothing,
But gives me moments to go through—
I breathe…
And live…
With nothing to point to.
