Scraping Dust

This song is about that particular kind of tiredness that doesn't come from doing too much, it comes from giving too much for too long without knowing how to stop. The kind where even laughter starts to sound wrong, and the people you love most can't quite reach the hollow underneath. It's about carrying grief that has nowhere to go. About feeling yourself slowly become someone you don't recognize over things that shouldn't matter. About sitting in the middle of a life you built for other people and quietly asking, if I disappeared tomorrow, would any of it even notice? I wrote this during a stretch where I was close to walking away from a lot of things I'd spent a while building. I didn't. But the question is real, and I suspect I'm not the only one who's asked it in the dark.