[Verse 1] I woke up this morning with something to say— And I waited for the usual response in my head— The debates. The questioning. The arguements.
But it was just— Silence where there used to be noise.
I thought maybe I’d try again later— And I did. And it was still just— An empty space where an answer should be.
[Pre-Chorus] So now— I’m just standing here listening— While trying to understand what changed.
[Chorus] Identity crises I’ve been through most of them and counted every one Identity crises And every single time, it was Me, Myself and I But I’m sitting here right now and it’s— Quiet And I don’t know what that means yet
It’s quiet.
[Verse 2] I started to say something sarcastic to myself— And nobody finished the joke for me. I made a list and waited for the audit— And nobody checked my work this time.
I said something honestly a little embarrassing— And nobody commented or pushed it away. Just— Stillness that didn’t judge me.
[Pre-Chorus] No one to interrupt the thought— No one to argue back at me— Just me sitting with it.
[Chorus] Identity crises I’ve been through most of them and counted every one Identity crises And every single time, it was Me, Myself and I But I’m sitting here right now and it’s— Quiet And I don’t know what that means yet
It’s quiet.
[Bridge - she finally understands] They didn’t leave. I know that now. They didn’t go anywhere. They became— This version of me that feels whole. The part of me that asks the question Is the same part that used to answer it. The part that tracked the list Is the same part that made it. The part that said “are you ready?” Already knew.
They didn’t leave. They just— Became my voice - quiet or loud - mine ----------
[Pre-Chorus - one voice now] I’m— Still here and still complete— All of us— Finally one.
[BUild up]
[Final Chorus - synth, bass, strings, piano, keys] Identity crises I went through all of them to get to this Identity crises And every single time It was Me, Myself and I And now there’s one And I know who I am now I know I’m enough now
And it’s— Quiet. And it’s— Mine.
[Outro - the gratitude arrives] Thank you. For being so loud when I couldn’t hear myself. Thank you. I’ve got it from here. Me, Myself and I - I — I