[Verse 1]
6:14, ceiling fan still turning slow,
rolled left at midnight, didn't plan it, didn't know,
woke up and my neck's a hinge somebody left in the rain,
one pillow folded like a taco, holdin' all the blame,
turned my head to check the clock and felt a wire pull tight,
runnin' from my jaw down to my shoulder, mean overnight,
stood up like a question mark, hand pressed to my skull,
coffee's goin' cold while I'm leanin' in the hall,
texted my sister "slept wrong again," she just sent back "lol,"
laughin' hurts when your neck's a drawbridge stuck halfway,
tilted like a lamp somebody bumped the wrong way.
[Chorus]
It's just a pillow, it's just one night,
but my whole mornin's leanin' to the right,
nothing broke, nothing bruised,
just a neck that's holdin' a grudge I didn't choose.
[Verse 2]
Didn't stretch, didn't look nothin' up, phone stayed in my pocket,
opened the clock, found Routines, hit the one that said "neck and back," unlocked it,
voice comes in low and says "tilt your chin down, hold it, breathe twice,"
not readin' a screen, just doin' what it says, nice and slow and precise,
three minutes total, it talks me clean through every turn,
"now roll your shoulder back" — don't gotta watch, just gotta learn,
by the second minute the wire's lettin' go of the pull,
by the third I'm noddin' yes like my neck believes me, full
range of motion creepin' back, nothin' fancy, nothin' rare,
just a voice and a clock keepin' count of the care.
[Bridge]
Some mornings it's back before the coffee's done,
pillow don't care how careful I've become,
can't unkink what already set overnight,
just loosen the knot till the next one's tight.
[Chorus]
It's just a pillow, it's just one night,
but my whole mornin's leanin' to the right,
nothing broke, nothing bruised,
just a neck that's holdin' a grudge I didn't choose.
[Verse 3]
By noon it's a memory, by two I'm standin' tall,
tell the guy at the desk next to mine, he says that ain't it at all,
he's got a brace, I got a voice coachin' me through the ache,
everybody's got their fix, mine just takes three minutes to make,
drove home with both hands loose, radio singin' along,
neck still rememberin' the night but startin' to move on,
funny how the little things get carried in a bone,
a tilt, a turn, a voice that talks ya through it alone,
not cured, just caught early, not fixed, just eased,
same wire, same shoulder, but a mornin' that's finally released.
[Chorus]
It's just a pillow, it's just one night,
but my whole mornin's leanin' to the right,
nothing broke, nothing bruised,
just a neck that's holdin' a grudge I didn't choose.
[Chorus]
It's just a pillow, it's just one night,
but my whole mornin's leanin' to the right,
nothing broke, nothing bruised,
just a neck that's holdin' a grudge I didn't choose.