This Is the Part
Alex Wilson
Description
A poignant Alt-Pop anthem capturing the vulnerability and resilience of youth navigating difficult emotions and anxieties. "This Is the Part" explores themes of unspoken feelings, tentative courage, and the importance of mutual support in overcoming personal struggles. Driven by a blend of intimate vocals, pulsing synths, and anthemic choruses, the song builds from quiet introspection to a cathartic release, celebrating the small victories of everyday bravery.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Locker doors clap like a drumline heart, You say “it’s nothing,” but your hands say “it’s hard.” Notes in the margins, ink half-dry, We keep almost saying the reason why. Streetlights smear on the windshield glass, Your name looks brave when the night moves past. If courage is quiet, then hear me now— I’m breathing in, I’m figuring out. Pre-Chorus I know the place where we always stall, Halfway yes on a crooked wall. If we’re gonna jump, then count with me— One, two, three. Chorus This is the part where we don’t give up, Where a cracked-up day still lifts us up. Where we say the words we were scared to say— “I’m not okay, but I’ll try anyway.” This is the part where we run outside, Let the storm roll in, let the truth get loud. If it all falls down, we’ll build from the sound— This is the part. This is the part now. Post-Chorus This is the—this is the—part. (Oh-oh.) This is the—this is the—part. Verse 2 Cafeteria light, paper-thin plans, You laugh too bright just to hide your hands. Promise on a hoodie, perfume on sleeves, We’re good at leaving before we leave. Turn the volume up till the doubt can’t talk, Count to ten at the crosswalk stop. If fear is a door, then I’ve got keys— Say you’ll meet me, say you’ll meet me. Pre-Chorus I know the place where we always stall, Halfway yes on a crooked wall. If we’re gonna jump, then count with me— One, two, three. Chorus This is the part where we don’t give up, Where a cracked-up day still lifts us up. Where we say the words we were scared to say— “I’m not okay, but I’ll try anyway.” This is the part where we run outside, Let the storm roll in, let the truth get loud. If it all falls down, we’ll build from the sound— This is the part. This is the part now. Bridge Take my hand on three—one for you, one for me, Two for everything we couldn’t speak. If the sky won’t break, then let us be— Lightning first, then relief. Drop This is—the part—the part—the part— Final Chorus This is the part where we don’t give up, Where a cracked-up day still lifts us up. Say the quiet words like a flare in the rain— “I’m not okay… but I’ll try again.” This is the part where we run outside, Let the thunder count, let our names collide. If it all falls down, we’ll build from the sound— This is the part. This is the part now. Tag Hold on. Don’t cut out.