What Remains

Woke up this morning feeling small
Caught my reflection in the hall
Tired and stressed
Behind again
Wearing all my fake skin
Then I caught myself mid-line
Remembered something outside of time
Who's the one that's feeling low?
And who's the one that wants to know?

Before the name
Before the face
What was already in this place?

What remains
When the storm moves on?
What remains
Before the story's drawn?
Let it pass
Let it burn
What remains
Never had to learn
Already here
Already clear

I am angry
Watch it rise
I am broken
Nice disguise
Costumes come and costumes go
The closet's full
But now I know
Scared and lost and wrong and right
Heavy in the morning light
But the one who sees the weight
Doesn't carry what's on the plate

Before the name
Before the face
What was already in this place?

What remains
When the storm moves on?
What remains
Before the story's drawn?
Let it pass
Let it burn
What remains
Never had to learn
Already here
Already clear

Not my history
Not my plans
Not the shaking in my hands
Not the voice inside my head
Not the things I should have said
Just the space where all that plays
Just the light behind the haze
You've been here the whole damn time
Underneath the paradigm

What remains
When the storm moves on?
What remains
It was never gone
Let it pass
Let it burn
What remains
Your original turn
What remains
Same in me and you
What remains
Nothing left to do
Already home
Already free
What remains
Is what we always be

Already here
Already clear