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Verse 1

The coffee’s cold but I can’t leave the phone Neighbors’ baby cries from down the hall Three rings left on the call display glow— I press my palm to the wall like it could hold her voice through it all

Chorus

I’m still standing here by this plastic screen Daring the dial tone to drop dead again My shadow’s long where the streetlamp leans But I keep dialing through the static and the wind I’m still standing here by this plastic screen Daring the dial tone to drop dead again My shadow’s long where the streetlamp leans But I keep dialing through the static and the silence and the end

Verse 2

Last time she laughed I didn’t laugh too Sat too still like a statue in the glow Now the keypad’s worn where my thumb knew Her number like the lines of an old road Got the coffee finally, black and sweet Pictures on the fridge are curling at the edge One more ring—just enough to meet The person on the other side who isn’t her

Bridge

The operator hums a tune I don’t know Tells me hold for just one more minute’s grace I count the seconds soft and slow Seven years since her face was in this place

Outro

I hang up gently, dial tone dies without a sound The phone’s a brick again, a weight I can’t drown But tomorrow’s train still carries hope in town And I’ll press my palm to the wall and dial it back around

Verse 1

Summer sunlight caught the current's edge. My sneakers slipped, then floated like a leaf. The water hummed a lazy lullaby. I chased the ripple that sang my name. A dragonfly paused above the bend, a brief pause. The river held my laughter in its arms. I tasted mud, sweet as fresh‑baked pie. The world felt wide, a map of endless sky.

Chorus

When the current pulls you back to shore, I remember how the water smelled of pine. It kept my secrets in its cool embrace. And every splash wrote verses on my skin. The river's bend still calls, “Come again.” I hear the old stones humming low. My childhood swims are postcards in my mind. I lift my gaze, the water's smile remains.

Verse 2

Years later, the river grew a gray veil. Plastic ribbons floated like lost thoughts. The banks wore rusted signs I couldn't read. A quiet current carried a sigh of loss. My feet, now shoes, tiptoe on slick mud. I question if the song still lives beneath. The water's surface mirrors a tired sky. Doubt settles like a stone at my waist.

Bridge

I wade in early dawn, when mist still clings. The river wakes, shedding yesterday's grime. A child’s echo returns in a splash of light. New shoots push through, green against the flow. I toss a stone, watch

Verse 1

I strung the bulbs like July fireworks, left the radio humming low, thought we’d dance on the back porch while the stars picked up the glow.

Chorus

So how come the town fell quiet and left us in this amber dark? Every shadow’s got a heartbeat, every sound got parked the car. So how come the town fell quiet and left us in this amber dark? Every shadow’s got a heartbeat, every sound got parked the car.

Verse 2

First we joked about candlelight, then I saw the worry crease your brow, checked the trip-switch twice, then thrice, found the breaker wearing down.

Bridge

But the icebox still chuckles at midnight, strawberries smell like they used to, and your fingers brush my wrist— that small current says we’re through.

Outro

The bulb above the sink just flickers, then glows steady, soft as a sigh. We don’t flip the switch back on; let the fuse keep us company.

Verse 1

The clock on the wall, it's ticking away Eight hours done, four more to stay I'm going through motions, my mind's in disarray The routine's a comfort, but it's fading each day The smell of old wood, the creak of the floor Reminds me of my father, who worked here before I'm just trying to make it, to the end of the night But it's hard to keep going, without a spark of light

Chorus

Oh, the last shift, it's a lonely road I'm counting down the minutes, till I can go home The shelves are still stocked, the counter's still clean But it's hard to keep pretending, that everything's alright, and I'm not dreaming Oh, the last shift, it's a lonely road I'm counting down the minutes, till I can go home The shelves are still stocked, the counter's still clean But it's hard to keep pretending, that everything's alright, and I'm not dreaming

Verse 2

I start to think of all, the memories we've made Laughter and tears, and all the moments we've played My family's history, it's etched on these walls And I'm the last one standing, with the keys to it all I'm trying to hold on, to what we had found But it's slipping away, like sand between my hands, and I'm drowning in the sound Of silence and emptiness, that's all that remains And I'm left to wonder, if I'll ever find my way again

Bridge

But then I look around, and I see what's been built A lifetime of love, and a legacy that's gilt I think of all the people, who came through these doors And the stories they told, and the laughter they stored It's not just a shop, it's a part of our past And I'm grateful for the time, we had to make it last I take a deep breath, and let the memories wash over me And for a moment, I'm at peace, and I'm free

Outro

The clock strikes five, and it's time to close the door I'll take one last look, and then I'll walk away, forever more The last shift, it's done, and I'm ready to move on And though it's hard to let go, I know that I'm not alone.

Verse 1

Dusk blush on the highway, red brake lights ahead Engine knocks like a metronome counting down the stick Glove box crammed with napkins and toll receipts instead Of what I thought I’d need when I got around to town

Chorus

It didn’t even say goodbye, just let the gas run thin A cough in the dark, then the lights flickered and dim No mechanical tear, no final whimper within Just coasted to the curb like a tired hotel guest checking in It didn’t even say goodbye, just let the gas run thin A cough in the dark, then the lights flickered and dim No mechanical tear, no final whimper within Just coasted to the curb like a tired hotel guest checking in

Verse 2

Static on the radio’s preacher singing low “No man knows the hour” but we all know the sound When pistons pack it in and the wheels won’t go Left me there counting change while the tow truck came around

Bridge

I touched the hood still warm, not hot, not cold A lukewarm afterthought from a motor grown too old Truth is, I’d been walking ten miles past this stone The car just put on brakes and let me walk alone

Outro

Headlights paint the sidewalk one slow, steady line A chalk outline of where my steady companion used to shine I’ll walk. I’ve got places to be, miles to unwind The pavement feels less foreign now that the wheel won’t bind

Verse 1

I counted cracks in the ceiling fan blade, the way they held the light like they knew the way. Kettle whistling twice before it quit, sounds like a life you almost get. Bills stacked neat where the sun won’t touch, fourth floor view but the view’s too much.

Chorus

Empty rooms and carry-on, I’m done pretending this house was home. Empty rooms and carry-on, everything light, everything gone. Empty rooms and carry-on, I’m done pretending this house was home. Empty rooms and carry-on, everything light, everything gone.

Verse 2

Wednesday’s mail still sits on the shelf, junk mail heart pinned up by itself. Mirror fogged by a shower that never ran hot, steam don’t stick like the memories got. Patches where nail holes keep the shape, like ghosts of art I couldn’t maintain.

Bridge

Two in the morning, suitcase gapes wide, clothes smell like other rooms outside. Streetlamp bleeds through the blinds half-drawn, I own three boxes and a half-broken lawn.

Outro

Empty rooms and carry-on, I’m done pretending this house was home. Empty rooms and carry-on, the road’s too short to carry the weight of stone.

Verse 1

Three missed calls in the palm of my hand Screen stays dark like a cancelled band The clock ticks on but the room won’t spin A voice leaves no message and I let it in

Chorus

Oh the silence hums the way a dial tone stings The speaker’s quick to lie, the quiet’s full of things

Verse 2

Fingers hover, thumb hesitates Voicemail swells like a backed-up grate Her laugh still bounces off the tile But the line’s gone cold halfway down the aisle

Bridge

Yellow notices stuck on my door Postmarks old, addresses blurred I should call her back by now But the battery’s dead and so am I somehow

Outro

A single bar creeps across the top I plug it in, watch the screen wake up Her name still glows like a half-remembered tune I sigh and set it down again in June

Verse 1

Morning cracks, the window frames a thin white line. Coffee steams, but the cup feels like a borrowed sigh. My breath paints ghost clouds on the kitchen glass. The street outside holds its breath, no footfalls yet. I pull the sweater tighter, as if the chill could be tamed. The clock ticks slow, each second a muted chime. A sweater‑thread thought—how does the world keep turning? I stand, a silhouette, waiting for the day to start.

Chorus

The sky draped in a pale that never promised sun. Leaves that fell last autumn now lie still, unmoving. I hear the echo of last year’s laughter in the frost. A single shoe, forgotten on the stoop, reminds me. The city’s hum is a low hum, a mournful low‑key. I trace the rim of an empty mug, feeling the loss. Each step on the frozen curb sounds like a sigh. The cold bites deeper, a reminder of what slipped away.

Verse 2

A sparrow darts, its wing a flash against the gray. I smile at the way the steam curls like a shy applause. The kettle whistles, a bright note in the hush. My fingers find the radio, a soft trumpet’s grin. The street lights flicker on, amber beads on black. A neighbor waves, his breath a puff of friendly mist. The world seems to shrug off the night’s tight grip. I step outside, feeling the bite turn into a bite‑kiss.

Bridge

In this thin air, I hear a promise humming low, A chord that climbs, then falls, then lets me go. The cold that once held me now slides like a sigh, And I find my shoulders loosen, light as a shy. The frost on my palm melts into a gentle glow, Each breath a rhythm, each step a soft

Verse 1

I left the keys inside the drawer Your toothbrush by the bathroom door The porch swing still squeaks my name

Chorus

Welcome home they say I'm driving away Welcome home they say I'm driving away Welcome home they say I'm driving away Welcome home they say I'm driving away

Verse 2

I counted steps from curb to stoop Your socks balled up inside my boot The lamp still hums where it used to shine Dog-eared paperbacks all in their time

Bridge

Brake lights catch a shopping list —yogurt, bread, one small twist Of fate so I don't come inside Past where the ghost signs used to guide

Outro

Key turns free in the lock I left it unlocked for a clock Of empty rooms and wind chimes’ talk

Verse 1

I woke up to an empty space The invitation still upon my face A reminder of the vows I'd witness today Alone, as I've been since you went away The church bells rang, a solemn sound I put on my best, and stepped out of my room, down To the car, where I'd drive and pretend That I was fine, that our love would never end

Chorus

But as I walked into the crowded hall I felt the weight of it all, standing tall A solo figure, in a sea of pairs Trying to find my place, with no one to care But as I walked into the crowded hall I felt the weight of it all, standing tall A solo figure, in a sea of pairs Trying to find my place, with no one to care

Verse 2

The bride walked down, a vision in white I thought of you, and our own lost night The what-ifs and maybes, they swirled in my head As I fought back tears, and the emotions I'd long since dead The groom's smile, a distant, fading light I felt the grief, like a winter's night It settled in, a chill that would not cease And I was lost, in a wilderness of memories

Bridge

Then something shifted, like the evening sun A warmth that spread, and the day was won I saw the love, that the couple shared And I remembered, the love that we once dared It wasn't the same, but it was love nonetheless And in that moment, my heart found some rest The grief, it didn't disappear, but it subsided As I realized, I was still alive

Outro

Now the night is over, and the music's gone I'm driving home, beneath the city's dawn The stars are fading, like the embers of a flame And I'm left with just, the ghost of our love's name But even that, is starting to feel like a memory A bittersweet reminder, of what used to be And as I pull into my driveway, alone and free I feel the weight, slowly lifting off me

Verse 1

Your high school photo still on the mantle, frame bent from the one time you moved. I traced the crack with fingertips instead of asking how you proved you could fold a paper crane into something that could fly.

Chorus

You were young once, too. That’s not supposed to hurt. You were young once, and you learned how to live. You were young once, too. That’s not supposed to hurt. You were young once, and you learned how to live.

Verse 2

I burned a hole in the couch sitting across from you last night. You told me stories of bottles you stole under sodium light. The words came slow and steady, like tracks worn smooth by shoes.

Bridge

The kitchen clock ticks backward, the way a child believes a lie. The sugar bowl’s half full— we still bake on Tuesdays in July. You taste the frosting first, then offer it to someone else.

Outro

I stack the photos face down, practice stacking them straight. You were young once, and you learned how to live.

Verse 1

The vending machine swallows change with a sigh, coffee’s cold, the plastic cup won’t cry. Screen lit blue, my boarding time’s flashed twice— but the gate’s still flashing red no dice.

Chorus

So I walk the tile like a slow heart thump, every step I’m leaving something there— some shut drawer, some cold half-drunk tea there. So I walk the tile like a slow heart thump, every step I’m leaving something there— some shut drawer, some cold half-drunk tea there.

Verse 2

Now the tarmac glows like a dentist’s light, rain slides down the window in streaks of white. Voice through static says pull up your feet— tomorrow’s sun is somewhere else’s heat.

Bridge

(Long cymbal swells—thin vowels stretched over harmony moving sharp to flat) The pilot laughs at something on the radio, points out a star I heard him call “no.” Just a dot, and then it’s gone, no shadow, no afterglow or promise of applause.

Outro

Half-lit concourse, half-lit me, boarding call’s a lullaby they play.

Verse 1

Coat flung on the chair three weeks ago Dust still curled where the arm bends low Zipper stuck like it’s holding a secret Fingers go in, brush against neglect

Chorus

Found a crumpled thing that used to mean Restaurants folded into the seam Now it’s just worth the weight it adds But still I tuck it back inside my lapel Found a crumpled thing that used to mean Dinner orders written just between Now it’s just a date in fading ink Still I pocket it to keep the room from shrinking

Verse 2

Receipt says eleven fifteen pm Third coffee ran right through my stem Therapist’s down the block, two flights to go Clock ticks slower when I’m sitting low

Bridge

Bridges weren’t for standing on anyhow Better sink into the coat instead, somehow The thread don’t mind if the thread don’t pay A pocket’s still a pocket either way

Outro

Zipper glides like it’s learned to forgive Wrinkles forget but the lining lives

Verse 1

I stare at the silent screen, the cursor blinking flat. Your name sits gray, a ghost of a text I never sent. Coffee cools in the mug I left on the kitchen sill. The clock ticks louder than the words we used to share. A sweater hangs, still warm where you slipped it off. I run my thumb over the rim of a cracked coffee cup. The hallway feels longer, each step echoes empty. I count the minutes, but they feel like stone.

Chorus

Your laugh is missing from the hallway’s hum. I pull the curtains, but the day feels half‑awake. The hallway phone sits quiet, a mute invitation. I write a line, delete it, let the silence breathe. A photo on the fridge still holds your grin. I turn it over, see the back, a scribbled grocery list. The scent of rain on pavement drifts through the cracked window. I smile at the thought that maybe you’ll call back.

Verse 2

When the night folds, I hear the streetcar’s soft sigh. A song we sang once flickers on the radio’s edge. I walk the park, the bench we claimed still holds a chill. A pigeon lands, pecks at crumbs I never dropped. I think of the jokes that fell flat, now floating in air. The city’s hum becomes a low‑key piano. I let a memory slip, like a stone into a pond. Ripples spread, and I feel the water move.

Bridge

I pick up a postcard from the beach we never reached. The tide is pulling, but I’m standing still, watching. A wind‑tuned guitar leans against the fire escape. I strum a chord that trembles, then steadies. The sky cracks open, a thin line of gold at dusk. I breathe in, let the light settle on my shoulders. The phone finally buzzes, a buzz like distant traffic. I answer, not for you, but for the quiet that follows.

Outro

Now the silence feels like a soft blanket, not a void. I sip the coffee again, its warmth a gentle reminder. The hallway hum turns into a low, steady drum. I walk past the sweater, fold it, and set it on the chair. The phone rests quiet, but the world keeps humming. I step outside, the

Verse 1

Time cards stacked like dominoes Wristbands stale from morning’s salt Parking lot potholes full of rain My name tag peels off on the rack

Chorus

I stilled the clock when July burned Now the Gulf Coast winds just turn Over motels I used to clean Over keys left in the screen I stilled the clock when July burned Now the Gulf Coast winds just turn Over motels I used to clean Over keys left in the screen I stilled the clock when July burned Now the Gulf Coast winds just turn Over motels I used to clean Over keys left in the screen

Verse 2

August hung its yellow bulb Over trays of uneaten hush-puppies I counted towels into bins While the foreman kept his office lights I drafted one reply then burned the sheet Left the pen where the coffee rings stayed wet The AC wheezed one last sigh before it quit And the ceiling fan wrote names in the dust

Bridge

September brought a letter Not pink but the color of the envelope Postmarked from a town forty miles inland Where the river’s too wide to see the other side

Outro

One more week of grease-stained sleeves Then I sail the road the other way The exit sign’s still flickering its name To every town I couldn’t stay

Verse 1

I drive these streets, a familiar haze Headlights on the sidewalk, where we used to gaze At nothing in particular, just the night ahead My mind is somewhere else, my heart is long since dead The school's dark windows, like empty eyes Reflecting all the memories, I've been trying to deny The trees stand like sentinels, their branches bare A reminder of the seasons, that have been and gone, without a care

Chorus

But as I pass by, the ghosts start to seep Into my consciousness, and my heart starts to creep Back to the times, when life was less complex And the only thing, that mattered was the next test But as I pass by, the ghosts start to seep Into my consciousness, and my heart starts to creep Back to the times, when life was less complex And the only thing, that mattered was the next test

Verse 2

I see the faces, of the people I used to know Their laughter and their tears, their struggles and their glow The memories come flooding, like a river's overflow And I'm taken back, to the times, when my heart was aglow I grieve for what's been lost, for the friendships that have faded For the love that's gone, and the dreams that have been jaded The road stretches out, like a ribbon in the night A path that's led me, to this moment, and this faint light

Bridge

Yet, in the darkness, there's a glimmer of peace A sense of release, from the burdens that I've ceased To carry with me, the weight of what's been and gone And find solace, in the present, where love and joy are sown The night air whispers, a gentle melody A lullaby of forgiveness, that sets my soul free

Outro

I drive away, from the shadows of my past The school's dark windows, no longer hold me fast I'm moving forward, into the unknown light With a heart that's healing, and a spirit that's taking flight The road unwinds, like a spool of thread A path that's leading me, to a brighter dawn, ahead.

Verse 1

I set my bag down on the floor and stood there a while at the door. You came to the hall, slow, then slower, and I don't know what I expected — but not this, not this grey on your muzzle, not this careful walk to my ankle, not this look that took its time, like you had to make sure.

Chorus

Eleven years in an afternoon, that's what the kitchen calendar said. I counted the lines on your face and the tiles where you used to pace, and I did not feel a thing, not a thing, not yet.

Verse 2

You couldn't make it up the back step, so we sat on the landing, you and me, your head on my knee, my hand on your ear, the soft one, the one that used to prick at the jangle of keys, at the mail truck, at anything. You breathed and I breathed and somewhere in the second hour the numbness broke like a bad fever and I had to put my face in your fur so you wouldn't see what I was doing.

Bridge

But then you sneezed — that old sneeze, the one that sounds like a shout in a library, and you looked up at me with such offense, as if I'd been the one who'd left, and for half a second I almost laughed.

Outro

We'll take the slow way around the block, you and the evening and me. We'll take the slow way around the block, and tomorrow, and the week after that. I've got nothing but afternoons now. Come on. Let's go see what's still here.

Verse 1

The clock hands freeze like a stuck elevator My coffee’s cold but I can’t taste it The list of things I meant to say’s still unsigned

Chorus

December 31st, five o'clock I don’t need resolutions I don’t want December 31st, five o'clock Just one more minute and the year is gone

Verse 2

Your voice still hums in the phone’s last message Static between us like the beige of these ceilings I should pack the boxes, let the movers in

Bridge

The streetlights dim one by one, operational now A single boot print cracks the sidewalk down the block I laugh because the fracture looks like lightning

Outro

A knock at the door—wrong address on the envelope The year exhales through the vent above the stove I watch the seconds bow out, one at a time

Verse 1

Egg timer twanging on the counter top Her voice says “quarter teaspoon” but I’m not there Static hums like a hive swarming in my ear “The water’s not boiling yet” and I just stare

Chorus

So I measure salt and sip it weak Bitter on my tongue, bitter in the heat I nod and write it down in yesterday’s time Learning how to love without your hands to guide mine So I measure salt and sip it weak Bitter on my tongue, bitter in the heat I nod and write it down in yesterday’s time Learning how to love without your hands to guide mine

Verse 2

Next she tells me “fold the dough like this” My fingers move but my heart stays shut Flour dust on the phone like a pale snowfall I burn my thumb and say “yeah, that’s it”

Bridge

Then the line goes quiet just for a breath I hear the old clock ticking where she used to stand One more beat and something in me shifts I dump the rest down the sink and laugh at how I planned

Outro

Now the saltshaker lives above the stove And every time I shake I think of her Not with grief—I miss her, sure—but free The recipe still works, and so do I

Verse 1

I sat with coffee cooling on the sill, Your words fell flat, a metronome without a beat, The room felt like a paused film reel, A quiet that stretched, the clock refusing to move, Our chairs leaned in, but the air stayed still, I traced the rim of my mug, searching for a clue, The argument lingered like a half‑written line, Nothing rang, just a hollow echo.

Chorus

We both held the same half‑finished sentence, A polite shrug, a sigh that never left the throat, The point dissolved into a mist of “maybe,” And I felt the weight of a conversation that never landed, A pause that turned into a sigh of surrender, The numbness settled like dust on a piano key, Yet somewhere beneath the stillness, a pulse throbbed, A quiet promise that the silence could break.

Verse 2

When the night finally folded, the light grew thin, Your absence grew louder than any shouted claim, I walked the hallway, counting each creak, Each step a reminder of what we left unsaid, The grief settled like rain on an old roof, Heavy enough to press the breath from my chest, I pictured the words that might have been, And felt the loss of a battle that never chose a side.

Bridge

Then a laugh slipped through the hallway cracks, A memory of a joke we shared in the middle of the fray, It

Verse 1

Empty glasses catch the streetlamp’s glow Clock ticks loud where the silence grows I trace the ring left by your coffee cup Still warm enough to burn my fingertips up

Chorus

After the lights, after the goodbyes After the echo fades from your “I’ll see you” lies It’s just me, the walls, the clock that won’t stop Counting all the love you left in the top drawer After the lights, after the goodbyes After the echo fades from your “I’ll see you” lies It’s just me, the walls, the clock that won’t stop Counting all the love you left in the top drawer

Verse 2

Your sweater’s still here but the scent’s all gone Like yesterday’s news, like the milk left on too long I fold it neat though no one told me how Pockets still hold the crumbs of your halfway out now

Bridge

Then the cat jumps up where your pillow used to be Starts humming the same quiet tune you used to sing to me And I laugh—half wet, half disbelief— The room feels lighter, strange, but not in grief’s relief

Outro

Door latch clicks, first bird sings out back I pour another drink, leave the sweater on the rack After the lights, after the taste of goodbye I’m still here counting seconds upward into the sky

Verse 1

I woke up to an empty space The city's awake, but I don't know the place My eyes are dry, my heart's a stone I'm searching for a feeling, but it's not back home I'm trying to recall the words I said The promises I made, the love I pledged But it's all a haze, a distant hum A memory that's fading, like the morning sun

Chorus

Oh, the ghosts of seventeen, they still linger on A bittersweet reminder of the love that's gone I'm trying to move on, but I'm stuck in the past The memories of you, they forever will last Oh, the ghosts of seventeen, they still linger on A bittersweet reminder of the love that's gone I'm trying to move on, but I'm stuck in the past The memories of you, they forever will last

Verse 2

But then I saw a photograph, a Polaroid of you Smiling, laughing, and my heart broke in two The numbness wore off, and the pain set in I'm grieving for the love we had, the love we lost within I'm reliving the moments, the laughter and the tears The promises we made, the dreams we held for years But even in the sorrow, I find a glimmer of peace A sense of closure, a chance to release

Bridge

Maybe someday I'll find my way back home Maybe someday I'll learn to love again, to roam Free from the heartache, free from the pain And though it's hard to let go, I'll learn to love again

Outro

Now I'm left with just a fading light A promise made at seventeen, a love that didn't last the night But even in the darkness, I'll find a way to heal And though it's hard to move on, I'll learn to love and feel.

Verse 1

My coffee’s gone cold on the kitchen sill Clock hands spin like a kid’s spinning wheel Third cup poured but the caffeine won’t stick Feet just know the path back to the street

Chorus

The way the streetlights lean to the left Shows me the weight that the good news left Weight I didn’t ask for, weight I didn’t want But the sidewalk knows how to take the brunt The way the streetlights lean to the left Shows me the weight that the good news left Weight I didn’t ask for, weight I didn’t want But the sidewalk knows how to take the brunt The way the streetlights lean to the left Shows me the weight that the good news left Weight lifts like a name bucked by a wave But the curb remembers every footprint I gave

Verse 2

Knuckles white on the bus ticket stub Door latches like a clinic door News hit smooth but it settled hard Now my lungs’re full of afternoon air

Bridge

One block til the bend where the elms thin out I trade the curb’s shadow for the gutter’s light News still good, but the city’s breathing slow Pulls the ache right out through the soles of my shoes

Outro

Third crossing’s the charm, the light holds green Pavement hums the same tired tune Good news stays, but it’s lighter now Walking’s just arms and a swinging beat

Verse 1

Dull green stacks under the bare bulb glow coffee rings halo every corner one bill cracks clean down the middle line my thumb won’t quit checking the edges

Chorus

That’s the sum of all the hours spent the ones I held and the ones I missed cold coin singing in a paper tray I can almost hear the interest hiss That’s the sum of all the backseat rides the ones I stole and the ones I gave a dime rolls to the floor like a tiny bell I can’t quite tell if I’m saved

Verse 2

Then the breath goes flat each denomination flatlines my father’s voice still asking for gas money a quarter tucked behind the toaster

Bridge

Light fractures through the blinds at noon bacon grease sticky on the Formica I leave the rest on the table where the dust starts tomorrow’s sun will bake it faster

Outro

The bills stay flat but the numbers shift in the heat I walk out backwards so the door doesn’t click leaving the kitchen lighter, leaving the grief

Verse 1

Left the coffee on the sill again Forgot to reset the empty bed Checked the clock at half-past five Let the 6:38 slide into oblivion

Chorus

Soft is the hinge, soft is the key I let the door swing shut on me No whistle calls my name tonight No iron lullaby to hush the light Soft is the hinge, soft is the key I let the door swing shut on me No whistle calls my name tonight No iron lullaby to hush the light

Verse 2

Folder of old tickets on the shelf Dates in your hand, not mine to keep Conductor’s face through rain-streaked glass Now just a ghost on someone else’s pass

Bridge

Track three at twenty-five to eight Two heartbeats left before the gate Then the iron grew curious Walked instead towards the bakery’s warm sunlit crust

Outro

Boulevard carries the smell of dough Pigeons scatter what the flour lets go Minor key hums the whole way home No more trains I refuse to own

Verse 1

The garage yawns, a sigh of rusted hinges, My hands hover, fingertips on cardboard, numb as a winter hinge. A lone bike leans, tire flat, the chain dead, I stare at the pile, a silent stack of yesterday’s weight. Dust settles on the old toolbox, a thin veil, I turn the knob, the light flickers—no promise, just a pale. Each step echoes, a hollow beat in an empty hall, I’m moving through the fog, not feeling at all.

Chorus

A sweater that once smelled of pine now lies folded, A cracked mug with a chip that tells a story untold. I pull the box, the lid sighs, and a photo slips— A boy’s grin, a summer’s grin, gone with the eclipse. Grief rolls in, a tide of forgotten games, The clink of metal, the rust of old frames. I linger on the edge, where loss meets the floor, The weight of years pressing, but I’m opening the door.

Verse 2

Sun slants through the cracked pane, gold on the floorboards, I lift a shelf, the air lifts, lighter than before. The old radio hums a low jazz chord, a quiet sigh, I smile at the memory, then set the record aside. A fresh coat of paint, a scent of pine, crisp and clean, The space breathes, invites, a new scene. I place the bike upright, wheels turning in my mind, The garage sighs again, but this time it’s kind.

Bridge

We trade the weight of ghosts for a rhythm of release, Each box opened is a step toward peace. The echo now carries a laugh, not a lament, The floorboards creak in time with a hopeful bent. I’m not forgetting, just making room to grow, The past stays tucked, but the present starts to glow.

Outro

The door clicks shut, but the light stays, spilling wide, Empty racks echo with a quiet pride. I walk out, shoulders light, a soft jazz hum behind, The garage emptied, and I’ve found a little peace of mind.

Verse 1

Thumbed the envelope open slow All caps on the back said “Pay to the order of” Numbers lined up neat and cold Didn’t know my name anymore

Chorus

It’s my money now, it’s my mistake Keep the change but nothing’s at stake Light as paper, heavy as stone I left the dusk and walked my own It’s my money now, it’s my mistake Keep the change but nothing’s at stake Light as paper, heavy as stone I left the dusk and walked my own

Verse 2

Counted coins across the hood Felt the weight of every infidel good Guilt’s a shadow on the street Longer than the bus that won’t come meet

Bridge

Changed the route instead of the amount Walked where noise could drown the doubt Coins slipped through the grate one by one Moonlight split like cheap cologne

Outro

Still my name’s not on the line Still I’m walking in two time Money’s light, my feet are stone Wait for me when I walk my own

Verse 1

I see your garden, still so well-kept The same flowers blooming, the same trees stepped In routine, as if you'd never left But the silence is a heavy breath

Chorus

And I'm trying to feel, but it's hard to begin To mourn the loss of someone I never knew within A neighbour, a stranger, a familiar face Now an empty chair, a vacant space And I'm trying to feel, but it's hard to give in To the grief that's creeping, like a slow-moving wind A neighbour, a stranger, a familiar face Now an empty chair, a vacant space

Verse 2

Memories of our parallel lives Passing each other, with polite, brief sighs I never knew your story, your joys or fears But now your absence brings a flood of tears

Bridge

But as I look around, I see the life you made The laughter, the love, the memories you've laid In every brick, in every beam, a story's told Of a life that was lived, of a heart that was bold

Outro

And though we never spoke, I feel a sense of peace A sense of connection, a sense of release The empty chair, it still remains But now it's filled with memories, and a sense of gentle rain.

Verse 1

Boxes stacked up to the ceiling fan One lamp left reads 3:17 AM Fridge hums like it’s got a secret to keep But the milk’s already walked out on sleep

Chorus

House is dressed in white sheets today Nothing stays the same, nothing can stay When all you want’s a place to stay The keys are in the lock House is dressed in white sheets today Nothing stays the same, nothing can stay When all you want’s a place to stay The keys are in the lock

Verse 2

Shower curtain peeled like old wallpaper Tiles remember bathtub tears and me Last text still red, three months ago I scroll but nothing grows from the glow

Bridge

Agent says the market’s sweet this year Meanwhile my coffee’s cool and clear First red leaf taps the bedroom pane I stop pretending I’m not in pain

Outro

Walk past the curb’s fresh chalk line glow Take the sidewalk home I don’t know Door won’t creak, knob won’t turn Not even ghosts left here to burn

Verse 1

The bleachers smell like lemon oil and sweat Your number faded on his clipboard yet He’d call you long after September’s end The voice that never changed, just “What’s next?”

Chorus

Still rooting for the ghost in me With a whistle voice and a clipboard dream He yanks the laces tight, says “Try again,” I can almost hear him under my skin Still rooting for the ghost in me With a whistle voice and a clipboard dream He yanks the laces tight, says “Try again,” I can almost hear him under my skin

Verse 2

Light fades on the court where we used to play Now it’s just the squeak of sneakers on linoleum gray He’d write my name down with a red Sharpie bleed Guess I was the one who couldn’t hit the speed he’d need

Bridge

Then the trophy case rattled home, third-row seat An old Polaroid clipped where the ribbons meet He wrote across it—couldn’t read his hand— “Future’s wide open, kid. Run like you planned.”

Outro

The bleachers empty, only echoes stay But I lace up tight on the same old clay