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Verse 1

They still keep Vader’s tiny Star Wars cup on the rack where his juice stained the shelf I swear I found Cheetos dust in his toy chest while folding dress shirts on his own

Chorus

Oh, Dad, tell me the truth— was it really all a cartoon when you stayed up counting sheep that never made it through the night? Oh, Mom, tell me the truth— was love that easy or just easy to lie about? Oh, parents, tell me the truth— did you trip on the same curb you put me on?

Verse 2

Mom still hums the lullaby wrong off-key at stoplights, lights up quick I caught her texting “ILY” to Dad at 3 a.m. like time hadn’t wrinkled either one

Bridge

They were young once, we were wrong once, reality’s a glitch in the projector I hit rewind but it only fast-forwards

Verse 1

The hallway hums like a waiting room for ghosts. My coffee sits cold, a forgotten promise on the tray. The gate flickers, a red eye that won’t blink away. A boarding pass crumpled, the ink smudged with doubt. Every announcement feels like a sigh from the past.

Chorus

Turn the clock, watch the numbers wobble and grin. A suitcase slides, a tumble of stickers and jokes. We laugh at the echo of our own nervous steps. The runway lights wink, like a stage waiting for applause. Even the sighs taste a little sweeter when we smile.

Verse 2

The security line drags, a river of tired shoes. My passport feels heavier than the weight of the sky. A stranger’s stare mirrors my own restless stare. The terminal’s scent of pretzels mixes with stale patience. Yet a child’s giggle cracks the tension like a sudden chord.

Bridge

I watch the plane’s wing slice the clouds, a silent dare. A whisper of wind brushes my cheek, teasing the fear. The boarding call repeats, a rhythm that nudges me forward. And in that moment, the dread folds into a quiet grin.

Outro

We step onto the aisle, the seatbelt clicks like a joke. The engine hums, and I raise a toast to the absurd. The sky opens, and the world feels oddly familiar. A bitter night turned into a playful sunrise inside.

Verse 1

Overcoat pocket stiff with years of street salt and someone else’s half-empty lipstick tube My fingers hook what feels like a matchbook but it’s a stub from last year’s subway shutdown

Chorus

Oh ticket stub, you passenger of old mistakes, you’re the whole trip I didn’t get to take, a yellowed line between then and now, a ticket stub still riding through my coat somehow Oh docket stub, you footnote of forgotten stains, you’re the errand that got lost in rainy trains, a coffee ring beside the calculus, a stub still riding past the dry cleaner’s call to us Oh ticket stub, you passenger of two-way tracks, you’re the trip we almost took and almost have back a yellowed line between last May and blue, a stub still riding clean inside my coat with you

Verse 2

Crimean sweater, moths have nibbled cashmere like the IRS but slower, gentler, classier Another scrape—this one’s the dry cleaner’s docket with a phone number ending in “MA” from May

Bridge

Spring arrives in shirtsleeves—who hung these coats? I hang mine too, keeping both our ghosts upright Last year’s subway, last year’s stain, last year’s debt folded neat inside the lining, still half-paid

Verse 1

Your number's still saved on my phone A reminder of the silence that's grown I'm left with just a dial tone Wondering where did we go wrong

Chorus

Oh, the distance, it grows every day And I'm left to fade away

Verse 2

I tried to reach out, but you're gone Left me with just this empty space I'm starting to think it's all a game And I'm the only one who's still to blame

Bridge

I'm laughing now, at the absurdity Of waiting for a call that's never coming to me It's like I'm stuck in a bad dream But I'm waking up, and it's all just a scene

Outro

So I'll delete your number, and move on 'Cause life's too short, to be waiting for a ghost And I'll find my way, through the haze And maybe someday, I'll find my way to amaze. I have written an original song in a style that fits the given subject and emotional arc.

Verse 1

The foreman called it "seasonal" said the paychecks wouldn't hurt but the sunscreen scrapes my collarbones raw and the overtime's all dirt The coffee in the break shack tastes like sweat and chalk one more shift till I walk

Chorus

Turned out wrong, this little job got ahold of me like a song you don’t leave the stage when the curtain falls you learn the chords and you hum them all Turned out wrong, this little job got ahold of me like a song you don’t leave the stage when the curtain falls you learn the chords and you hum them all Turned out wrong, this little job stuck to me like a burr in a sock you don’t leave the stage when the curtain falls you learn the chords and you hum them all

Verse 2

Mid-September and the crew already carved their names inside my gloves I should’ve packed my bags while the cicadas were loud now I’m wiping down the same old drills and the time clock don’t care it just ticks on like we’re all supposed to stay

Bridge

Light the split ends of the season let the smoke curl off the barrel stove I’ll carry these blisters like souvenirs when the temperature drops

Verse 1

The security lights still click on the same old delay Your name painted high where the brickwork’s half-faded grey I swear I saw your shadow in the parking lot arcade Dodging between the cones we used to stack in a parade

Chorus

Oh you’re half a life ago Dust in the headlights that won’t slow Half a life ago I can’t even wave, just don’t know Oh you’re half a life ago Dust in the headlights that won’t slow Half a life ago I can’t even wave, just don’t know So let the neon sleep One last pass at the memories So let the neon sleep I’ll wave now—yep, it’s me

Verse 2

The vending machine that ate our coins half the time Stands with its tongue out, stuck between the lines I think I caught your laugh inside the soda lime But it dissolved like the last call bell at nine

Bridge

Head down, accelerator speaks instead of words The odometer hums the hymn of being absurd You’re just a rearview blur, love affair in reverse I’m laughing now at how I ever hurt so fierce

Verse 1

Your nails click slow on the hardwood floor I count the rings in the fence post by the door The woodchipper’s still parked where you left it last fall Now it just sputters like a half-remembered song

Chorus

So run old dog, run Dog, I’ll run with you The sun’s still up and the leash is long Dog, I’ll run with you So run old dog, run Dog, I’ll run with you The sun’s still up and the leash is long Dog, I’ll run with you So run old dog, run Dog, I’ll run with you The sun’s still up though you’re lagging behind Dog, I’ll run with you

Verse 2

You used to jump the fence in one clean arc Now you test the boards like a carpenter’s work The vet said sodium in the bloodstream again Guess I didn’t water down your penicillin

Bridge

I came home late, you didn’t even growl Just thumped your tail on the welcome mat like, “About time, fool”

Verse 1

Grey coffee stains the morning paper, cold and thin. Footsteps echo down an empty hallway, no applause. A calendar flips, each torn edge a reminder of missed calls. The wind outside rattles the window, as if it knows the sighs.

Chorus

We turn the page, the ink runs thin, but the story still breathes. A laugh slips through the cracks, a spark in the quiet. One more sunrise, a chance to taste the absurd, And we smile at the echo of the year that tried to bind us.

Verse 2

Streetlights flicker like tired fireflies, blinking in sync. A ringtone blares a goofy meme, breaking the solemn hush. Old arguments melt into jokes we share over cheap pizza. The night folds around us, softer than the cold we felt before.

Bridge

From bitter tea to sugar‑sweet punch, the flavor flips. We toss confetti of memories, each piece a tiny grin. Even the clock seems to chuckle, ticking in a playful rhythm.

Outro

So we close the book, not with a sigh, but with a grin that lingers. Tomorrow’s blank page waits, and we’re already humming its tune.

Verse 1

Pinch of salt, one dial to the right of low, World’s smallest chef with a burner I don’t know. Steam’s tiger stripes on the kitchen window glass, But she insists the veggies are not meant to last.

Chorus

You said heat it slow, but I can’t feel the flame, Halfway to lunch and the water’s still the same. Tell me when the bubbles know their alphabet, I’m learning dinner from a numbered alphabet.

Verse 2

Olive oil swirls like a lazy thought, She counted beans but forgot to count the pot. Timer’s lost its mind, thirty minutes late, Recipe’s invisible, but the hunger’s first-rate.

Bridge

Knife hits fire, carrot meets the stove, She laughs like summer never followed love.

Outro

Dial says high now, steam knows the drill, Dinner’s late but it still can thrill.

Verse 1

Fingers tracing the lines of your face Memories of what we had, now a distant place I'm searching for a ghost, a love that's lost its way The words we left unspoken, still echoing each day

Chorus

We're lost in the haze, of a love that's gone astray No winners, no losers, just the fading light of day

Verse 2

I see the humor now, in the way we used to fight The absurdity of it all, a ridiculous, endless night We were two stubborn hearts, beating to our own drum Refusing to back down, until the love was undone

Bridge

Maybe we were blind, to the love we had found Maybe we were foolish, to let it slip underground But in the end, it's not about who's right or wrong It's about the love we had, and the memories that linger on

Outro

I'm smiling now, at the foolish things we've done The bitter taste, is slowly turning to sweet fun We may not have won, but we're moving on, and that's okay The unspoken words, are finally fading away

Verse 1

The chairs stack up too fast Like the words we never said Floor still warm where the speakers stood Fold the banner wrap it tight

Chorus

Now it's quiet after everyone leaves Even the dust is holding its breath Now it's quiet after everyone leaves I sweep the light I used to wear around Now it's quiet after everyone leaves Even the ice is done pretending Now it's quiet after everyone leaves I sweep the light I used to wear around Now it's quiet after everyone leaves Even the echoes packed their bags Now it's quiet after everyone leaves I sweep the light I used to be

Verse 2

Mop the sticky stage floor Half a cup of spilled champagne Stairs echo like a counting game One by one we lost the beat

Bridge

Funny how the exit sign glows When you're the one who turns off the lights Funny how the laughter sticks to you Long past the point of being polite

Verse 1

Seventeen and the road was black Your voice cracked saying don’t look back Left your jacket in my truck bed Still smells like summer and menthol

Chorus

You didn’t keep time And I didn’t keep score Just two ghosts leaning on a bar stool door You didn’t keep time And I didn’t keep score Just two ghosts leaning on a bar stool door

Verse 2

You swore on the gearshift diagram That between us let it lie like that I kept the key, you took the stars Guess some debts come due in asterisks You called from a payphone at three Asked if fifteen missed me I said the jukebox played your song too loud Guess the machine’s the only one that told the truth Your boots left half-moon prints in the snow I warmed them up, left them by the back door Thirty years and the treads are worn thin Still fits my ankle like we’re one again

Bridge

Now I’m laughing at the way we froze Turned every mile into grave clothes Every mile into grave clothes

Outro

We didn’t keep time And we didn’t keep score One ghost pulling one ghost through a bar stool door

Verse 1

Footsteps echo down the avenue, Bills still stacked where the coffee cooled. Traffic light blinks, I can’t ignore That change jar’s lighter than before.

Chorus

Forward’s the only way I go, Wind in my face, the weight on the road. Forward’s the only way I go, Wind in my face, the weight on the road. Forward’s the only way I go, Wind in my face, the weight on the road— Road laughed back, light as air, And I walked it, lighter there.

Verse 2

Sidewalk cracks are drunk tonight, Each one laughing at my plight— Till I trip, catch myself, and grin: I used to fall all over sin.

Bridge

Legs remember every curb I’ve cursed, But tonight they’re building something first— Frame it, paint it, call it home.

Verse 1

Morning light spills over a chipped mug, the coffee gone cold. A stack of paper rests like a silent accusation. Fingers trace the edges, each crease a reminder of promises broken. The kitchen clock ticks louder than the laughter that used to fill the room. A single penny rolls away, disappearing under the edge of the table.

Chorus

Counting cents, I hear the rhythm of a restless heart. Numbers dance, and the world feels a little less heavy. A smile cracks through the tally, unexpected and bright. Weirdly, the sum feels like a joke we’re sharing with ourselves.

Verse 2

A wind blows through the cracked window, scattering napkins like confetti. I flip a five-dollar bill, watching it flutter like a startled bird. The ledger of losses turns into a game of hide‑and‑seek. Laughter bubbles up when I find a forgotten coupon between the crumbs. Even the old receipt trembles, as if it knows the punchline is coming.

Bridge

The table becomes a stage, the coins our tiny actors. Each clink a cue, each sigh a spotlight. I step back, watching the scene rewrite itself in gold and gray.

Outro

When the last bill is folded, the kitchen sighs with relief. The empty space where money once lay feels oddly spacious. I turn off the light, leaving the table to its quiet applause.

Verse 1

I counted the gravel under my boots Watched your caboose fade to smoke in the pines Your whistle cut the dark like a straight razor I didn’t look up from my paperback lines

Chorus

Oh, the last car home, the last car home, I watched the stars throw dice and you rolled none Not my problem, not my problem, Every mile you left was one I won Oh, the last car home, the last car home, I watched the stars throw dice and you rolled none Not my problem, not my problem, Every mile you left was one I won Oh, the last car home, the last car home, I let the stars throw dice so you throw none Not my sorrow, not my sorrow, Every mile you left was one I borrow

Verse 2

You called it fate when the signal hung red I called it luck when the bench was empty Your cousin waved through the sliding doors I folded my hands like I meant to be Now the alley cats serenade the rails Their song’s got one less rival tonight I lick my thumb, turn the page with a grin The book’s got a plot that’s finally right

Bridge

Horn still bleats like a scorned pet name I tuck the ticket in my back pocket again Not for keeps, just to prove I could— Miss the last car home whenever I would

Verse 1

Dusty boxes, stacked up high Reminders of the life I left behind Each one a story, each one a lie Why did I keep them, what was I trying to find?

Chorus

Clearing out the garage, one piece at a time Getting rid of the past, and the weight that's mine

Verse 2

I found my old skateboard, and my favorite game Memories came flooding back, and I couldn't help but laugh at the shame Of all the things I thought I'd need, but never used Now they're just relics, of a life that's been abused

Bridge

It's funny how, the things that used to hurt Now just collect dust, and a little bit of dirt

Outro

So I'll keep on clearing, and I'll keep on smiling As I bury the past, and start rebuilding The garage is empty, but my heart is light I'm driving away, from the darkness of night

Verse 1

Hungry mornings at the desk by five-thirty While the city yawns still half asleep Numbers don’t care if I filed them right Just sign here, date here, move along, son

Chorus

Hello, overdraft my old companion Tiny sum, giant lecture from the bank You’re not even half my rent, but thanks anyway I’ll pretend you paid it all in advance Hello, overdraft my old companion Tiny sum, giant lecture from the bank You’re not even half my rent, but thanks anyway I’ll pretend you paid it all in advance Hello, overdraft my first real shadow Tiny sum, but it’s officially mine I’ll grow into every penny you owe me Starting right now, overdraft—you’re mine

Verse 2

Stood outside the shop where my friends all work Felt the sneakers’ price tag burn my neck Bought the cheapest juice they had to offer Convinced myself it was still a victory

Bridge

Whole life counted in cups of instant coffee Landlord’s text flashes like an SOS Still tucked inside my wallet like a badge The first stamp of grown-up debt and pride

Verse 1

His blinds stayed shut till noon, flicked up just in time to glare. I found his mailbox packed with snow, still never crossed the yard.

Chorus

Stuck between us, a couple of ghosts, eyes through wavy glass. Stuck between us, planting my own posts, but nothing seems to pass. Stuck between us, a couple of ghosts, eyes through wavy glass. Stuck between us, planting my own posts, but nothing seems to pass. Finally through us, the air shifts now, the house exhales at last. Still stuck inside me, that tilted vow: never cross the yard.

Verse 2

His keys hit the bowl like a countdown, clockwork on tile. I clocked the pattern every day, still never cracked a smile.

Bridge

Then one week the blinds went wild, half the slats snapped clean. Saw his shadow, arms piled high, papers flying like a scene.

Verse 1

This lockbox ticking like a bomb we set Agent’s shoes leave scuffs on floors we never swept The For Sale sign bites the lawn we never mowed Funny how the place got cleaner while we owed

Chorus

So long, slippers by the radiator’s hum Goodbye to all the dust I never got to become We sold the house but kept the mess inside Take the walls, I’ll keep the ghosts to cry So long, slippers by the radiator’s hum Goodbye to all the dust I never got to become We sold the house but kept the mess inside Take the walls, I’ll keep the ghosts to cry So long, slippers by the radiator’s hum Goodbye to all the dust I never got to become We sold the house but kept the mess inside Take the walls—I’ll keep the ghosts to sing

Verse 2

Realtor laughs like he just cracked a joke about me Says, “Price went down—blame the economy” I lit a candle that’s still burning in the spare room Flicker’s got my name now, dancing toward the moon

Bridge

Last night the plumbing sang a lullaby Pipes I never learned to fix just told me goodbye Agent called—someone moved the washer today Guess the spin cycle’s someone else’s sway

Verse 1

Morning drills on cracked gym floor, breath fogging the metal bar. Your whistle cut the silence, a razor edge in every shout. I watched my shadow lag, the weight of every missed step. “Give up?” you laughed, a grin that hid a hidden fire. The sting of tired muscles, the taste of sweat on my tongue. Still, your eyes stayed fixed on the far‑away finish line.

Chorus

You said “One more round,” and the room turned into a stage. We spin the world on fingertips, laughing at the ache. Every stumble writes a story, every gasp becomes a beat. “Again!” we shout, and the sky feels a little lighter.

Verse 2

Midnight lights flicker, the scoreboard glows like a quiet promise. Your voice, a steady drum, counts the seconds I can’t hear. Bitter thoughts dissolve when you hand me the worn‑out shoes. We trade a sigh for a grin, the pressure turns to play. The track bends like a ribbon, and I chase the rhythm you set. A smile cracks the armor, and the pain turns into applause.

Bridge

Run, run, run! (run, run, run!) Feel the beat, feel the beat! (feel the beat) Step by step we rise, step by step we rise.

Outro

“Again!” we echo, louder than the sunrise, louder than doubt. The coach’s chant becomes our anthem, a pulse we all share. From bitter start to bright refrain, the journey loops back home. Together we sprint, together we laugh, together we never stop.

Verse 1

Dial tone when the call drops Heard his laugh track on the steps Saw his shoes out on the sidewalk Now he’s texting someone else

Chorus

I get the callback Three rings empty air I get the callback But I don’t care I get the callback Three rings empty air I get the callback But I don’t care I get the callback Three rings empty air I get the callback But I don’t care

Verse 2

Left a voice mail just for giggles Turns out giggles taste like dust Found a lipstick on his collar Guess I’m second choice at best

Bridge

Static hums a lullaby Tucks me in without reply

Verse 1

Summer days that seemed to last forever We'd sneak down to the river, no one to tell us no The water was our escape, our own secret place But now it's just a memory, a bittersweet taste

Chorus

Oh, river's edge, you're calling me back A siren's song, a nostalgic attack I'm caught between the joy and the pain Of remembering what could never remain

Verse 2

I recall the time I tried to swim across And ended up with a mouthful of muddy water, what a loss My friends all laughed and teased, I was so proud and mad But looking back, it's just a funny story I've had

Bridge

Maybe I've been taking life too seriously Maybe it's time to jump back in, wild and carefree

Outro

So I'll take a step into the water's edge And let the current wash my worries off my ledge I'll laugh and splash, and let my spirit soar And the river's edge will be my home once more

Verse 1

Fridge hums out a slow funeral choir Pitch-black kitchen, three-step fail Matches burned down to third knuckle Your voice still jokes “I hope it’s just the cable”

Chorus

Oh, Static baby We’re dancing in the dark again Oh, Static baby Who could hate this creepy communion? Oh, Static baby We’re dancing in the dark again Oh, Static baby Who could hate this creepy communion? Oh, Static baby We’re dancing in the dark again Oh, Static baby We’ll beg the outage just to stay

Verse 2

Flashlight beam paints Monopoly houses Your laugh splits open like a ripe fig “City sounds like a spaceship now— Listen to the fridges all singing in pitch” I chunk the ice tray smartly at the wall Shatter bright, you count down from three

Bridge

Power climbs back like a drunk on tiptoe Screen blinks on before we ask it to Your face half lit, half rapture, half “damn” One robe sleeve dripping candle wax

Verse 1

Cash register chimes like an old church bell Your name stitched above the door in thread that won’t tell Thermometer stuck at thirty below in the back room freezer I kick the soda machine for the third time this year

Chorus

Hands still counting but the dust is thick Two more hours and the lights go sick Determination’s just a borrowed trick Yet I’m flipping the sign that says we’re open quick Hands still counting but the dust is high Two more hours and the hope runs dry Scared is the shape my courage tries I keep on counting, keep on trying Hands still counting when the floor is bare Two more steps and we’re out of there Scared became determined there We walk past the empty chairs

Verse 2

Mama’s jars of pickled beets sit watching me Labels curling like the questions they can’t answer The regular at 807 only buys chicory coffee now Says his heart’s too weak for the real thing anyhow Shelf where the batteries go is emptier than my excuses Boarded-up window lets in a slice of afternoon sun Voices outside selling dreams on corners I slice the last loaf knowing no one’s coming

Bridge

Not the fear that stops the breath But the silence after the last sale is death Not the lock that turns the key But the weight of everything left to see

Verse 1

Tires hiss on wet asphalt Steering wheel won't listen Dashboard lights like fireflies Brake pedal sinks to nothing I pull over where the shoulder crumbles Engine knocks like someone shouting

Chorus

Floor it till it turns over Floor it till the belt breaks Floor it till the cops find me Floor it till this piece of junk shakes Floor it till it turns over Floor it till the belt breaks Floor it till the cops find me Floor it till this piece of junk shakes Floor it till it turns over Floor it till the belt breaks Floor it till the cops find me Floor it till this piece of junk shakes

Verse 2

Neighbor's dog barks at the driveway House lights are all warm yellow I don't even knock Walk past the mail in the box Boots caked in October mud Should've traded it for a bike

Bridge

Stand here shivering Pieces of my life mapped on seat vinyl Keys dangling in the ignition A single brown leaf stuck to the dash

Verse 1

The hallway feels like a narrow river at night. My suitcase sits heavy, a silent accusation. A cracked window shows rain tracing the street below. The clock on the wall ticks louder than my thoughts. I stare at the faded poster of a band I never liked.

Chorus

Turn the page, the hallway whispers “stay”. But my heart drums “run” in a steady beat. One step forward, the floor creaks a warning. Two breaths in, the air tastes like fresh paint. All right, let’s go, the echo follows us out.

Verse 2

I lock the door with a click that feels like a promise. The hallway lights flicker, then fade into dusk. A postcard from my hometown slides into my pocket. Footsteps echo down the stairwell, louder than doubt. The street outside hums a sunrise I’m ready to meet.

Bridge

No more shadows clinging to the carpet’s edge. I carry the sunrise in the palm of my hand. Every corner behind me folds into a memory. The city breathes, and I breathe back, louder.

Outro

The key turns, the lock sighs, and the night opens. I walk into the morning, the sky wide as a canvas. All right, let’s go—my story writes itself beyond the door.

Verse 1

Kitchen clock says three-thirty Knife block cold, no knife for cutting Screen lit up like hospital sign Number blinking, mine and yours combined

Chorus

I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up Voice wanted in, I kept it shut I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up But the dial tone’s the sound of luck I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up Voice wanted in, I kept it shut I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up But the dial tone’s the sound of luck I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up Voice wanted in, I kept it shut I didn’t pick up, I didn’t pick up But the dial tone’s the sound of luck One more ring, one more chance This time the call will dance

Verse 2

Your message still hums in the speaker Static lullaby for a sleepless keeper I replay the words like a struck match Hungry flame, chewing the latch

Bridge

Now I’m dialing backwards through the minutes Fingers stutter on the keys Every wrong turn becomes a lesson Every missed call plants a seed

Verse 1

Frost on the window, darkness everywhere The cold seeps in, it's hard to bear I'm searching for a light, a guiding star My heart is racing, my soul is scarred

Chorus

I'll brave the cold, I'll face the dawn I'll find my way, I'll make it through the storm

Verse 2

The fire's gone, the embers grey I'm left with nothing, but a fading ray Of hope, of light, of a warmer day I'm trying to hold on, but it's slipping away

Bridge

I'll take a step, into the unknown I'll find my voice, I'll make it back home

Outro

I'll rise up, I'll shine my light I'll make it through, I'll survive the night I have written an original song in the style of K-Pop, moving between scared and determined emotions.

Verse 1

Do they hang their coat on the same peg? Hear the creak in the step when the wood’s half-dead? Clock on the wall still ticks like it owned the place, Now their coffee rings stain somewhere I never erase.

Chorus

Who’s walking through my hallway in their socks? Who’s turning my oven dial to 350 on blocks? I left a light on—guess it wasn’t for me, Guess I’m just the ghost now paying rent to see. Who’s walking through my hallway in their socks? Who’s turning my oven dial to 350 on blocks? I left a light on—guess it wasn’t for me, Guess I’m just the ghost now paying rent to see. Who’s walking through my hallway in their socks? I answer every footfall, count every shock. The light stayed on—guess it finally owns me, Guess I’m just the ghost who still comes home to see.

Verse 2

Mattress sagging softer where my back used to fit, Their laughter bounces off the walls I built. I flip the thermostat down two degrees, Prove I still know how the old house breathes.

Bridge

I could change the locks today, Slice the spare to kindling. Or I could leave a note: “Coffee’s in the pot; Sugar’s where you like it— Use your hands, don’t ask, We both know how this kitchen works.”

Verse 1

I counted the white chairs in the row Twelve for the ones I don’t know My shoes sink in the dyed-green grass The officiant already laughs

Chorus

I’m scared to stay, I’m scared to go Chair by the door—just let me hold The light where the aisle turns to grass I’m scared to stay, I’m scared to go I’m scared to stay, I’m scared to go Chair by the door—just let me hold The light where the aisle turns to grass I’m scared to stay, I’m scared to go I’m scared to stay, I’m scared to go Chair by the door—just let me hold The light where the aisle turns to grass I’m determined.

Verse 2

She promised those hips wouldn’t lie The band plays “sweet dreams” on a Friday night I bite the inside of my lip so hard It tastes like the difference between guard and guard

Bridge

If I stand, the hem of my dress betrays me If I sit, the benches are all full of happy So I tuck the name tag into my sleeve And vow to leave when they start to believe