I'm folding the laundry, I'm making the tea Doing the things that are expected of me

But my shadow is heavy, it's dragging the floor I'm a ghost in a house that I don't own anymore

I haven't cried, no I haven't made a sound But I can feel the distance between me and the ground

I'm softly breaking down Like a paper in the rain

A quiet kind of hollow, a muffled kind of pain I'll crash another glass, I'll slam another door

Just a slow, steady hum of a heart on the floor The world sees a mountain, steady and tall

But I'm just a feather in a vertical fall Yeah, piece by piece, without a sound

I'm softly breaking down

I saw your favorite book on the nightstand today I didn't throw it out, I just looked away

It's the little things, the static, the how have you been That let all the cold and the gray settle in

I'm a clock that's still ticking, but losing time A poem that's forgotten, it's very last rhyme

If I stay very still, maybe no one will see The cracks in the porcelain version of me

But the structural damage is starting to show In the way that I breathe, in the way that I go

I'm softly breaking down Like a paper in the rain

A quiet kind of hollow, a muffled kind of pain I'll crash another glass, I'll slam another door

Just a slow, steady hum of a heart on the floor The world sees a mountain, steady and tall

But I'm just a feather in a vertical fall Yeah, piece by piece, without a sound

I'm softly breaking

Not a storm, just a mist A version of us that no longer exists

Softly, so softly I'm breaking down