Verse 1
Some days I wake up steady,
Some days I wake up low,
Same life, same room around me,
Just a different undertow.
I tried to chase the better days,
Tried to fix what I could find,
But what I really needed
Was a rhythm for my mind.
Chorus
So I sit in the same chair, same time,
Let the morning come as it is,
I don’t ask it to be kinder,
I don’t ask it to make sense.
It’s not peace that keeps me going,
It’s the ground beneath my feet—
Same chair, same time,
Letting moods move through me.
Verse 2
Seven minutes by the window,
Breath just rising, falling through,
Some days quiet, some days noisy,
Some days nothing feels brand new.
But my body knows the moment,
Shoulders soften without a plan,
Not because I’m finally calm—
Because something here still stands.
Chorus
So I sit in the same chair, same time,
Even when I’d rather run,
Not to change the way I’m feeling,
Just to stay when feeling comes.
It’s not happiness I’m building,
It’s a place where I can be—
Same chair, same time,
Letting life keep meeting me.
Bridge
Moods are weather, they keep moving,
I don’t have to make them stay,
I just give them room to pass through
With a shape around the day.
When the system feels held gently,
Nothing has to disappear—
Even sadness finds its way out
When it knows it’s welcome here.
Final Chorus
So I sit in the same chair, same time,
Not to win and not to lose,
Just to give my nervous system
Something simple it can use.
And the days don’t swing so wildly,
And the nights don’t feel so long—
Same chair, same time,
That’s how I stay strong.
Outro
Not perfect.
Not fixed.
Just steady enough
For everything to move.
