The Brain Is a DJ

Composed by Melanie Bradley

(Verse 1) Yo, the alarm clock hit me, 6 AM on the dot Heart’s already

racin’ for a race I never got Checked my phone, ten times, just to see

what I missed A blank screen, a silent text, a feeling I can’t resist Did

I lock the front door? Did I turn the oven off? Did I say somethin’

stupid and it made ’em kinda scoff? Now I’m standin’ in the shower, and the water’s gettin’ cold Rewindin’ conversations, a story to be told A story ’bout a sentence, a sentence that was wrong Been rehearsin’ my apology all night, all day long.

(Chorus) Yeah, the brain is a DJ, and the needle’s stuck on dread Droppin’ heavy basslines of all the things unsaid My thoughts are on a treadmill, running at the speed of light And every single little thing feels like a brand new fight But I’m here, I’m alive, with a smile that’s kinda tight Just tryna make it through another wild, anxious night.

(Verse 2) Walkin’ into Starbucks, just to get a cup of Joe Gotta practice my order ’cause I gotta sound like I know What I’m doin’, what I’m sayin’, no stutter, no shaky hand But my voice is playin’ hide and seek, across this barren land “Tall, non-fat, extra foam,” no, that’s too much, take it back “Regular coffee,” yeah, that’s simple, stay on the right track But then the barista asks me, “What’s that on your shirt?” Now my mind is going sideways, this is gonna really hurt I’m thinkin’ ’bout a stain from a week ago on Thursday And now they all are looking, and now my brain has turned to clay.

(Chorus) Yeah, the brain is a DJ, and the needle’s stuck on dread Droppin’ heavy basslines of all the things unsaid My thoughts are on a treadmill, running at the speed of light And every single little thing feels like a brand new fight But I’m here, I’m alive, with a smile that’s kinda tight Just tryna make it through another wild, anxious night.

(Bridge) They say just “breathe deep,” “calm down,” and “let it go” But tell a freight train goin’ 100 miles an hour to go slow It’s a rollercoaster ride, a permanent display Of all the “what ifs,” that could ever get in the way So I’ll check my phone again, just to make sure that I’m here ‘Cause the anxiety monster loves to whisper in my ear.

(Outro) Yeah, it’s just me, myself, and a panic attack Tryna find the off switch, but the switch is cracked It’s just me, myself, and a panic attack Yeah, it’s me, and my brain, and a one-way track.