Echo Chamber

Same feed, same face Same glass-pane stare My thumb keeps circling Like it’s trapped in there A copy of a copy On repeat all day My own small thoughts Get trained that way One more swipe One more lie My name gets smaller Every time Then I spot it Just a crack In the machine Calling back I don’t want the loop I want the room I want a voice That isn’t me Cut through the script Rip through the spin C’mon, real world Get under my skin I don’t want the loop I want the room (leave the echo) I want the truth Mirror on mirror On a blacked-out screen Same tired grin Same borrowed dream Every answer fits Like a locked-down map But the street outside Is where I’m at A bus door hisses A dog yanks free Some kid on the curb Says hey to me And that cracked-open note From the next block over Hits like a hand On my shoulder Something human Something rough Not polished, not posted Just enough I don’t want the loop I want the room I want a voice That isn’t me Cut through the script Rip through the spin C’mon, real world Get under my skin I don’t want the loop I want the room (leave the echo) I want the truth Cello crying through The busted wire fence One long note Like it meant something It climbs up slow Then tears right through All my mirrored thoughts All my copied views I hear my breath I hear my name Not from a screen Not made the same I don’t want the loop I want the room I want a voice That isn’t me Cut through the script Rip through the spin C’mon, real world Get under my skin I don’t want the loop I want the room (leave the echo) I want the truth I don’t want the loop I want the room C’mon, real world I’m coming through