Counting Shadows - TaPe

[Verse 1] You should’ve let it go, Before it learned your name. You felt it at the door— Still you fed it, just the same. You know it isn’t yours, It never paid its rent, But you made room inside your ribs And called it “common sense.” [Pre-Chorus] You don’t have to let it stay, You don’t have to let it stay. You can draw the line in the dark And watch it break. [Chorus] Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. But I’m done living like the sun is out of reach— I’m done praying for a switch I never try. So I’m kicking in the door, I’m calling out the truth: You don’t survive the dark by trying not to fight. [Verse 2] It started as a whisper, Then it turned into a choir. Now it sings in every silence Like a house that caught on fire. It talks in “what ifs,” It drinks your oxygen, It makes a throne of maybes And it crowns itself again. [Pre-Chorus] You don’t have to let it stay, You don’t have to let it stay. You can name it for what it is And watch it fade. [Chorus] Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. But I’m done living like the sun is out of reach— I’m done waiting for a rescue in my mind. So I’m striking up a flame, I’m taking back my breath: If it wants me, it can meet me in the light. [Post-Chorus] Meet me in the light. Meet me in the light. [Bridge] I’ve been holding my breath for storms that never came, Building coffins out of seconds, giving fear a holy name. But I am not a hallway for the haunted to parade— I’m a home with open windows, I’m a fire unafraid. So let it knock, let it howl, let it rattle every frame— I won’t feed it with my future, I won’t water it with faith. I turn and face it— I speak and it breaks. [Final Chorus] Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. Every worry’s another shadow in the room, And they’re multiplying faster than you can turn on lights. But I’m done living like the sun is out of reach— I’m done dying in a panic just to feel alive. So I’m flipping every switch, I’m lighting up the truth: You don’t survive the dark by begging it be kind. [Outro] You should’ve let it go… You should’ve let it go… But you don’t have to let it stay.