Yeah, I’m the driftwood (caught by your tide)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (floating, unaligned)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (adrift, undefined)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (unanchored, alive)
Unraveled threads, a color untamed
My shifting form, no mold can claim
You trace the cracks in my weathered face
But the flaws are where my truth finds space
A compass spinning, lost yet clear
Your rigid map won’t guide me here
Your chorus calls to pull me away
But my dissonance is where I’ll stay
Your words scatter like whispers in the breeze
Their weight dissolves, their edges tease
You draw the lines where I don’t fit
But in the gaps, I choose to sit
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (caught by your tide)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (floating, unaligned)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (adrift, undefined)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (unanchored, alive)
You carve your circles, small and neat
But I spill beyond, refuse defeat
My voice an echo, unbound, untamed
Breaking the frame you thought you named
Your lens too narrow, your focus tight
You miss the vastness beyond the light
The box you build contains the known
But I am the wave that claims its own
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (caught by your tide)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (floating, unaligned)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (adrift, undefined)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (unanchored, alive)
A hundred voices, a thousand stares
Do they see me, or just compare?
Their noise, a haze, it fills the air
I float beyond it, unaware
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (lost in your gaze)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (free in my haze)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (carved by the sea)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (whole as can be)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (lost in your gaze)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (free in my haze)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (carved by the sea)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (whole as can be)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (carved by the sea)
Yeah, I’m the driftwood (whole as can be)