Soma Weather

Give me something for the weather Give me something for the day I woke up on the border Where the morning would not move The same alarm was calling From the same unsettled room The screen lit up like weather The kettle clicked and sighed And somewhere in the headlines Something else had learned to bite I could not fix the signal I could not clear the air I only had a body And the pressure gathered there Not enough to break me Not enough to pass Just the now forever Where the now will not become past Give me something for the weather Give me something for the noise Give me something I can swallow When the future finds my voice Give me something for the morning Give me something for the screen I am not looking for salvation Just a softer way to be Soma weather Soma weather A softer room inside the storm Soma weather Soma weather Something warm enough to numb A little glass by evening A little smoke in bed A little blue-white mercy For the shouting in my head A little endless scrolling A little borrowed sleep A little nothing glowing Where the harder thoughts should be The world was still on fire But the fire had learned to wait Outside the smaller circle Of the dose that made me safe Not enough to save me Not enough to last Just the now forever Where the now will not become past Give me something for the weather Give me something for the noise Give me something I can swallow When the future finds my voice Give me something for the morning Give me something for the screen I am not looking for salvation Just a softer way to be Soma weather Soma weather A softer room inside the storm Soma weather Soma weather Something warm enough to numb They say the edge is stable They say the worst is held They say the room is safer If the fear is managed well The ministers promise and pose For the cameras by the flame Then argue over labels For the thing they will not name The media counts the embers With a solemn little face Then throws another handful On the panic it explains I am not brave enough for waking I am not brave enough for waking I am not cold enough for peace I am not lost enough to vanish I am not whole enough to leave So give me one more quiet hour Give me one more softened wall Give me something for the weather When the weather touches all Give me silence made of static Give me sleep with open eyes Give me one small private climate Underneath the public sky Give me something for the weather Give me something for the noise Give me something I can swallow When the future finds my voice Give me something for the morning Give me something for the screen I am not looking for salvation Just a softer way to be Soma weather Soma weather A softer room inside the storm Soma weather Soma weather Something warm enough to numb Give me something for the weather Give me something for the day When the now will not become past And the edge will not give way