Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
I'm broke but I'm laughing, I'm lost but I'm calm
I'm cold but I'm holding a stranger's warm palm
I'm young but I'm tired, I'm scared but I'm brave
I'm drowning some mornings but learning to wave
[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why
[verse]
I'm rich in the ways that don't show on a chart
I'm messy and honest, I'm scattered in part
I'm quiet in crowds but I'm loud when it counts
I'm climbing this mountain in dollar amounts of doubt
[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why
[bridge]
And no, I'm not fixed, and no, I'm not broken
I'm just every word that I haven't yet spoken
I contradict myself before breakfast is done
And somehow I'm still here, still moving, still one
[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** 90s alt-rock, groovy bassline, sassy vocals, 92 BPM, female vocal
**BPM:** 111
**Duration:** 192.0s
**Key:** F# major
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
I'm broke but I'm laughing, I'm lost but I'm calm
I'm cold but I'm holding a stranger's warm palm
I'm young but I'm tired, I'm scared but I'm brave
I'm drowning some mornings but learning to wave

[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why

[verse]
I'm rich in the ways that don't show on a chart
I'm messy and honest, I'm scattered in part
I'm quiet in crowds but I'm loud when it counts
I'm climbing this mountain in dollar amounts of doubt

[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why

[bridge]
And no, I'm not fixed, and no, I'm not broken
I'm just every word that I haven't yet spoken
I contradict myself before breakfast is done
And somehow I'm still here, still moving, still one

[chorus]
One hand in my pocket
The other one's waving at the sky
I'm falling apart and I'm holding it steady
Both at the same time, don't ask me why