300 Days

I've been staring at the ceiling
It's been 300 days
At least that's what it feels like
Though I really couldn't say
The sunshine through the blinds
Circles back across the floor
It brushes past my fingers
Though I barely feel its warmth
I smile as a reflex
It's familiar, but it's not
It's expected though and so I give it
Everything I've got
Thank god that more than ever we're told
To keep our masks in place
Cause I'm pretty sure you'd turn were you
To really see my face

And oh
It's just a lot
And oh
I'm okay but I'm not

Okay
There's a message I'm ignoring
How you doing? Are you well
I reply with pretty nothings
And hope that nobody can tell
We're all in this together
The people on our screens insist
Well how is anyone afloat
If we're all on a sinking ship
I tell myself it's nothing
I'm dramatic, I'm a liar
Still I wonder who might catch me
If I tumbled off my wire
But I pull myself together and
Layer on the paint
If I can cover up the cracks it means
I'm not about to break

And oh
It's just a lot
And oh
I'm okay but I'm

Not about to go offline
No
And so if I guess that means I'm fine
Tell me why I'm still
Staring at the ceiling
It's been 300 days
Maybe on 301
I'll find the strength to say

Oh
It's just a lot
And oh
I'm okay but I'm not
Okay
I've been staring at the ceiling
And oh
It's been 300 days
It's just a lot
Maybe on 301
It's a lot, it's a lot, it's a lot
And oh
Maybe on 301, maybe on 301
I'm okay but I'm not