It Doesn't Make Sense

[Verse 1]
I tried to map the lightning in a bottle
Tried to count the seconds in a storm
Tried to reason with a moving target
Till the math became a prison I performed
[Pre-Chorus]
Then something snapped—quiet, clean, and final
Like the universe hit “mute” on my doubt
No more psychic static in the signal
No more begging every thought to work it out
[Chorus]
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
It cut the over-analysis, it killed the anxious fence
No loops, no noise, no “what if” to defend
I ran on instinct—and it landed in the end
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
I stopped negotiating with fear for relevance
I know myself—my compass doesn’t bend
It looks irrational… until it wins again
[Verse 2]
I used to worship explanations like a safety rail
Like if I named it, I could tame it, I could steer
But some doors only open when you stop demanding proof
And walk through with your spine instead of fear
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m not reckless—I'm calibrated
I’m not guessing—I’m aware
I’ve survived my own worst weather
I can trust the hands that got me there
[Chorus]
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
It erased the psychic static, put the demands on the bench
No loops, no noise, no “what if” to defend
I ran on instinct—and it landed in the end
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
I cut the anxious algorithm right at the source of it
I know myself—my compass doesn’t bend
It looks irrational… until it wins again
[Spoken Word] (tight, confident, calm)
I don’t need certainty.
I need clarity.
Overthinking isn’t intelligence… it’s static pretending to be strategy.
My instinct isn’t random—
it’s experience compressed into a clean signal.
Sometimes the fastest answer is the one that doesn’t argue with itself.
[Bridge]
I made peace with not explaining it
I made power out of quiet
I don’t chase the perfect reason
I choose the path that stays aligned
[Final Chorus]
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
It freed me from the anxious loops, the self-interrupting defense
No loops, no noise, no “what if” to defend
I ran on instinct—and it landed in the end
It doesn’t make sense—that’s why it makes sense
And if they call it crazy, let ‘em—watch me do it again
I know myself—my compass doesn’t bend
It looks irrational… until it wins again