Calling All Angels

Calling All Angels (feat. Quinn XCII)

The People's Champ

Being Me

An anthem for anyone learning how to stay alive in the mess. Lighthearted, chaotic, warm, and real. A celebration of the attempt itself when perfection is nowhere to be found.

[Intro]
Hey, remember that time I tried to meditate,
But ended up panic-Googling “why do I suffocate?”
Yeah.
Thought I’d figured life out - turns out I was just dehydrated.
Anyway.
Welcome to the show. We're working on it.

[Verse 1]
I set five alarms but still missed my Zoom,
Texted “Wi-Fi issues,” ate fruit loops in my room.
Therapist said “set boundaries,” I said “sure,” then panicked -
Now I’m baking cookies for the friend I needed space from, frantic.

My phone says “mindfulness,” I scroll through the app,
While tweeting about burnout and eating a snack.
Tried affirmations - “I am powerful” - got distracted by ads,
Now I’m questioning if self-love requires better browsing habits.

[Pre-Chorus]
But hey - at least we're aware,
We see the glitch, we just don't know how to repair.
We're semi-updated software, crashing in real time,
But look - we're all still here, still hitting ‘retry.’

[Chorus]
Hey, we’re trying - crashing less than last week,
Turned the chaos into singing, turned the "oops" into poetry.
Yeah, we’re flying - well, falling with style… maybe,
Oh, we’re a mess - and somehow it feels like we’re doing it bravely.
Yeah, hey… we're trying.
And trying counts, right?

[Verse 2]
I did breathwork once - thought I’d unlocked nirvana,
Turned out I just got dizzy from sighing like a llama.
I bought self-help books but used them as coasters,
Did shadow work, then shadow-procrastinated posting the notes for it.

We want purpose… with express delivery,
We want vulnerability… but not too visibly.
We call it growth if we cried during an indie movie scene -
Baby steps. Tiny wins. No coherent routine.

[Bridge]
And some nights, I look up at the stars -
No, really...
And I swear they’re laughing.
But not in a mean way. Just like… “Hey, kid, look - you’re stardust trying to remember how to breathe.”
And that feels… weirdly comforting.

[Final Chorus]
Hey, we’re trying - glitching less than yesterday,
Turning breakdowns into breakbeats, turning chaos into plays.
Yeah, we’re flying - well, tumbling upward, maybe,
Oh, we’re a mess - but goddamn, we’re doing it bravely.

Hey, we’re trying - streaming love at 2 bars, shaky,
Patch notes incoming, no manual, still human, no safety.
But we're showing up. We're rewriting. We're alive.
And maybe - just maybe - that’s the show, not the punchline.

[Outro]
We're buggy, but beautiful.
Under construction, but high res.
Trying... but that’s the whole point.

Thanks for sticking around for act one.

Meeting Strangers

Quinn XCII