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Verse 1

Floor lamp’s burned too long, bulb hums like a bee trapped in glass. I unplugged it quick to hear the silence fall like dust. Your jacket’s still on the chair, collar stiff from the rain we walked through last week. I could throw it out, but the coatrack tilts when I leave it there.

Chorus

Nobody won the blue tonight—no trophy, no ribbon, no “I told you so.” We both lost our small print clauses, the fine print we didn’t want to know. A stalemate in stripes on the carpet says less than what we didn’t say. No neon, no open sign, just the fridge light giving up the ghost by 2 a.m. Nobody won the blue tonight—no confetti, no ribbon, no “you’re wrong.” We both misremembered the exit line to the song we learned by heart too long. A yellow sticky note stuck in the middle of the steering wheel says what we forgot: No harsh words, no throwaway punchlines, just keys in the ignition and the radio dead. Nobody won the blue tonight—no ribbon, no trophy, no “I win.” Just two coffee rings on a notebook page and the ink ran when the rain set in. No last call at the bar, just the daylight leaking under the curtain we left half-drawn. The blue comes in degrees; some stay bright, some fade to dawn.

Verse 2

You left the milk on the counter and I left the tea bag steeping in the mug. We wrote our apologies on Post-its, both of us used different shades of smudged blue. The oven clock still blinks 12:00 like it’s waiting for something to happen. We both stopped bothering to set the clock right.

Bridge

I woke up just before dawn and your side of the bed still felt warm. I touched the sheet where your shoulder had pressed in like a question mark. I could’ve called you back, but the phone’s charging block’s unplugged and coiled like a snake. So I measured the gap from thumb to pinky against the breadth of the mattress instead— it’s exactly your shoulders wide, and I don’t know if that’s closure or countdown.

Verse 1

The hallway echoes with my own footsteps, a single beat. I stare at the coffee ring left on the table, no one else to meet. The clock ticks loud, but my thoughts feel dead quiet. I’m holding a half‑full mug, the taste of plain routine.

Chorus

When the doors slam shut I hear the hollow hum of loss, Your laugh is a ghost that lingers in the hallway’s gloss. I’m counting empty chairs, feeling the weight of what’s gone, But somewhere underneath the ache, a spark keeps holding on.

Verse 2

Morning sun sneaks through the blinds, painting the floor gold. I find a note you left, a doodle of a kite in bold. It pulls a smile from the static, a breath of wind in my chest, Turns the quiet into a hum, a rhythm that feels like rest.

Bridge

I’m learning that the silence can be a place to hear myself.

Outro

When the doors close I still hear the hum of loss, but louder now a beat, Your laugh, a memory that fades, yet lifts me off my seat. Empty chairs become the space where I can finally breathe, And in that quiet, I find the light that’s been waiting beneath.

Verse 1

Last night's gravel crunching under tires Your pickup's radio spitting static higher Promised her the stars if wheels kept turning Now the cop says slow down and re-learn living

Chorus

I was seventeen and stupid with it Thought forever had my name written on it Now the miles just hum like a bad engine Can't outrun what I left undone I was seventeen and stupid with it Thought forever had my name written on it Now the miles just hum like a bad engine Can't outrun what I left undone I was seventeen and stupid with it Thought forever had my name written on it Now the miles just hum like a bad engine Maybe stupid was just love learning to burn

Verse 2

Her flannel shirt still smells like pine needles Rusted toolbox still got half my dreams in it Clock on the diner wall clicks past midnight Every tick says we ain't who we were tonight

Bridge

But the coffee's hot and the sky's getting lighter Maybe stupid don't have to mean forever right?

Verse 1

I'm standing still, but my feet are moving fast The words are echoing, the news is going to last I'm trying to feel it, but it's hard to grasp The weight of what's happening, it's still in the past

Chorus

But I'm walking home, with my feet on the pavement Trying to find my way, through the dark of the evening I'm searching for a sense, of what's real and what's not Trying to find my place, in the world I've got

Verse 2

Memories are flooding, of all that's been and gone I'm grieving for the life, that I thought I'd known The what-ifs and the maybes, they're swirling in my head I'm trying to let go, but it's hard to leave the past unsaid

Bridge

Maybe it's okay, to not be okay Maybe it's alright, to feel the weight Of all that's changing, of all that's new Maybe I'll find my way, when I'm walking with you

Outro

The streetlights are shining, the world is moving slow I'm finding my footing, on the path that I've chosen to go The numbness is fading, the grief is starting to cease I'm walking home, with a heart that's finding its release

Verse 1

Coins roll in slow half-circles, their heads still frowning up at me. Empty coffee mugs like sentinels, lining the edge of a debt I can't see.

Chorus

This borrowed time tastes like cheap watch batteries, a leaky roof and a borrowed car. I know every crack in this ceiling, but I’m still surprised when the floor gives way. This borrowed time tastes like cheap watch batteries, a leaky roof and a borrowed car. I know every crack in this ceiling, but I’m still surprised when the floor gives way. This borrowed time tastes like cheap watch batteries, a leaky roof and a borrowed car. I know every crack in this ceiling, but I’m still surprised when the floor gives way. This borrowed time tastes like cheap watch batteries, a leaky roof and a borrowed car. I know every crack in this ceiling, but I’m still surprised when the floor gives way.

Verse 2

The clock ticks once, then two, each mark a debt I can’t pay. Your half of the toaster still warm, the orange juice left out overnight.

Bridge

The kitchen light’s gone gold at seven forty-seven— not early, not late, just exactly wrong. I wonder which came first, the silence or the math, the empty seat or the debt that outgrew the page.

Verse 1

Left the ticket in the machine again Dust on the seat where the last one sat Clock reads thirteen past but it’s twenty to the hour Three more carry-ons and I didn’t pack at all

Chorus

So I’ll stand here till the next one throws smoke Eyes on the empty platform where the light used to bounce If I close them, the whistle’s already gone But the rails still hum the same old song So I’ll stand here till the next one throws smoke Eyes on the empty platform where the light used to bounce If I close them, the whistle’s already gone But the rails still hum the same old song

Verse 2

Heard the doors fold shut before the doors could fold Sister’s laugh still echoing in the glass Summer job clocked out and the punch card’s blank Three missed calls I let the machine erase

Bridge

One more train leaves in half an hour Coin for the toll bridge rattles in my palm Half the year’s already gone down those tracks I drop the change into the donation box

Outro

The next one pulls in with its headlight smile I’m halfway down the overpass already Counting ties like they’re stitches on a seam Some roads heal when you walk away

Verse 1

Dust motes spin where the bulb hangs crooked, cardboard box labeled “some day” still unopened. Gloves I wore to jury duty, left in’98, lie folded like a letter written and never sent.

Chorus

Clear out the garage, make room for the weight of what we stacked high just to forget. Clear out the garage, watch the light come in— one more box that will never win. Clear out the garage, make room for the weight of what we stacked high just to forget. Clear out the garage, watch the light come in— one more box that will never win. Clear out the garage, make room for the weight of what we stack high just to forget. Clear out the garage, watch the light come in— one more box that stays behind.

Verse 2

Skis still buckled green with January frost, a half-used can of striped paint the exact lost color of her kitchen before we moved, before the bank posted the price we proved.

Bridge

I set the sander going slow on the workbench Dad made from two-by-fours. My hands remember every knot he tied; the wood forgives, the boards don’t lie.

Verse 1

Clocked in at seven sharp Man at the desk didn’t look up from his paper Time clock smacked like a judge’s gavel Mama’s old apron hanging in the hall still

Chorus

First of June on a bank card screen Fifteen digits, no comma, no interest First of June, but it’s not the kind Of first that means I’m moving forward First of July looks like today Still fifteen digits, still no comma First of summer, but the air’s got frost In the kind of light that costs you something First of June on the car radio Static through the song I used to know First of June, but the calendar’s wrong Says June starts somewhere else this year

Verse 2

Tipped the coffee into the Styrofoam Numbered the days like pages I’ll never read again Coworker asked if I was okay I said yeah while the buzzer bled my time away

Bridge

I called Mama, voice cracked on the third ring She didn’t ask how much, just where it went I said groceries, honest And the line went quiet like a room you’re leaving

Verse 1

Her mail piled two weeks high in the box by the door Milk carton ghosts on the welcome mat floor I heard the TV through the vents at night Some sitcom laugh track, wrong time, wrong light

Chorus

She’s gone like the last bus I almost caught Like the songs I forgot how to sing I keep stacking the silences up in my head But they don’t weigh enough to matter a thing She’s gone like the last bus I almost caught Like the names I forgot how to say I keep stacking the silences up in my ears But they don’t fill the space anyway She’s gone and the keys don’t fit any door The TV still laughs in that hollow way I keep stacking the silences up in my hands But they scatter like dust anyway

Verse 2

Wednesday morning the paramedics came Their boots on the stairs like a slow heartbeat game I stood in the hallway holding the keys While they wheeled her past in a too-white sheet

Bridge

One morning the vacuum hummed in the next flat And for three whole minutes I forgot Then remembered again—so I wrote this instead To keep the forgetting at bay

Verse 1

I wake up to the sound of strangers' feet Walking through the halls, their voices low and sweet They're talking about the floors, the ceilings, and the walls I'm still trying to remember where I am, and why it doesn't feel like home at all

Chorus

But I'm stuck in these empty rooms, where memories used to roam Trying to find my place, in a house that's not my own

Verse 2

The realtor's sign is on the lawn, a constant reminder of what's to come I'm trying to hold on to the past, but it's slipping away, one room at a time I see the ghosts of laughter, of tears, of all the years But they're fading fast, like the light on a winter's day, through all the tears

Bridge

Maybe it's time to let go, to leave the memories behind To find a new place to call home, where love and laughter can shine

Outro

Now I'm walking out the door, into a brand new day The empty rooms are silent, but I'm okay I'm taking the memories with me, and leaving the rest behind And I'm finding my way, to a new place to call mine

Verse 1

I drove past the field on Tuesday Didn't feel a thing Turned the radio up louder Let the windshield streak Sat in the parking lot at Dunkin Engine running, heat on full Watched some kid walk in with jersey number seven And I just pulled back out

Chorus

You were the one who stayed after practice Throwing grounders till the sun went flat You saw something in me I never saw back I'm still trying to live up to that I'm still trying to live up to that You were the one who stayed after practice Throwing grounders till the sun went flat You saw something in me I never saw back I'm still trying to live up to that I'm still trying to live up to that You were the one who stayed after practice Throwing grounders till the sun went flat You saw something in me I never saw back I'm still trying to live up to that I'm still trying to live up to that I'm still trying to live up to that

Verse 2

Found your clipboard in the trunk this morning Roster from oh-four in your handwriting My name circled twice in red pen With a note that said he's ready I sat on the bumper and I cried Right there next to the spare tire First time I let myself go since the funeral You'd have told me to shake it off

Bridge

Mom called and said the school's retiring your number Painting it on the backstop fence I laughed for the first time in a month Because I know you'd have hated the attention You would've said that paint peels And the kids still gotta earn their own

Outro

I think I finally found that gear Still got your clipboard in the trunk Next to the cleats you made me break in right I think I'll coach this spring

Verse 1

Left my name on the voicemail machine Third time this week the light stays green Coffee’s gone cold on the kitchen sill Same song plays till the battery’s dead still

Chorus

But the line didn’t blink No one answered back when the circuits fried I’m the echo in the wires tonight But the line didn’t blink No one answered back when the circuits fried I’m the echo in the wires tonight And the line didn’t blink No one answered back, just the static replied But I’m laughing in the wires tonight

Verse 2

Delivery truck still idles out front Their excuse came on a crumpled font Told me “load’s too heavy” in a font That looked like a kid’s first typing font

Bridge

Then the plumber laughed through the bathroom door Said the pipes under this house are poor Blamed the frost line I never saw before – maybe that’s why the water’s raw

Verse 1

The rope swing’s still tied to the sycamore, paint-chipped letters spelling our names before. Dad’s old tackle box rusts under the dock, but the fish don’t bite like they used to talk.

Chorus

And the river rolls on, but it don’t roll back, takes the inches off the bank, takes the color from my hat. I wade in knee-deep and the current still drags, but the water won’t give back what the years have swiped in drag. And the river rolls on, but it don’t roll back, takes the summer out of my jeans’ back pocket black. I cup my hands but they only run through, like the words we never mouthed when the light turned blue.

Verse 2

Lilypad boats sank where the current runs black, Mom’s garden hose split a perfect zigzag. Grass stains on the knees I can’t kneel anymore, just echoes where the laughter rattled the shore.

Bridge

One June I swore the river’s song was just, the lullaby my bones could still hum along. Now it’s a metronome ticking ta-ta-taht, counting every mile the earth ever calls “past.”

Verse 1

The hallway hum stopped, the bulbs fell dead. My phone glowed soft, a lone firefly in the dark. Steam curled from my mug, hovering like a quiet ghost. The wall clock kept ticking, but the room felt still. I stared at the blank wall, feeling the weight of a pause. A distant car horn faded, swallowed by the silence. Even my sneakers felt heavier on the cold floor. The night pressed in, a blanket I couldn’t shake.

Chorus

We grabbed flashlights, turned the basement into a stage. Laughed at shadows dancing on the cracked linoleum. Someone sang an off‑key chorus, and the world seemed smaller. The power may be gone, but the spark stayed in our eyes.

Verse 2

Rain hammered the roof, a steady drum of loss. I missed the hum of the fridge, the ordinary noise of home. Neighbors knocked, sharing stories of broken night lights. We passed around a single candle, its flame trembling. A tear slipped down, tracing the path of a forgotten song. Then the sky cracked open, pale dawn leaking through curtains. We stepped outside, the street glistened with fresh footprints. Laughter rose again, louder than the silence that came before.

Bridge

I realized the darkness taught me how loud my own heart can be.

Outro

We grabbed flashlights, turned the basement into a stage. Laughed at shadows dancing on the cracked linoleum. Someone sang an off‑key chorus, and the world seemed smaller. The power may be gone, but the spark stayed in our eyes.

Verse 1

Cash register still blinks the 99 Dust on the candy jars like a slow parade My father’s ledger open on the stool Numbers that won’t add up to what we made

Chorus

We’re two candles burning at both ends Our shop’s a hull with no compass left Matches left in the last box still strike But the flame rolls back like a broken wrist We’re two candles burning at both ends Our shop’s a hull with no compass left Matches left in the last box still strike But the flame rolls back like a broken wrist

Verse 2

Karen rings up a single pack of gum Her kid’s first ever solo-charge attempt I undersell the lottery ticket twice So the luck feels evenly spent

Bridge

The smell of pine and floor wax stays Five generations can’t close that space I sweep the crumbs into my pocket Instead of the trash

Outro

Matches left in the last box still strike But the flame rolls back like a broken wrist

Verse 1

I've been driving all night, feeling alive The engine's been sputtering, but I've been thriving I push the pedal down, the speedometer climbs I'm running on fumes, but I'm feeling so divine

Chorus

But now I'm stranded, on the side of the road My trusty car, it finally let me go I'm walking home, under the morning light Wondering how, I'll make it through the night

Verse 2

I took the turns too sharp, I drove too fast I knew it was coming, but I didn't want to last I felt invincible, like I'd never crash But now I'm standing here, with a car that won't last

Bridge

Maybe I was foolish, to think it would last Maybe I was selfish, to drive it so fast I'm left with nothing, but a hunk of metal and pain And the thought of all, the miles we'll never gain

Outro

I'll walk the rest of the way, with my head hung low Regretting every mile, that I drove it to the bone I'll find a way to move on, to let it go But for now, I'm stuck, with the memories of that last mile home

Verse 1

Boxes lined with yesterday’s coffee rings, Scuffed-up shoes and a year of scuffed-up things. Landlord called it “character,” I called it rent, Now the walls won’t talk back when I say what I meant.

Chorus

So I’ll pack it up slow, Steel-toe boots and a radio Blasting every screech and pop, Drunk on how the hell I got here— Pack it up slow. So I’ll pack it up slow, Steel-toe boots and a radio Blasting every screech and pop, Drunk on how the hell I got here— Pack it up slow. So I’ll pack it up slow, Steel-toe boots and a radio Blasting every screech and pop, Drunk on how the hell I got here— Pack it up slow…

Verse 2

Friend showed up with a six-pack and duct tape, Said, “Just burn the lease, kid, skip the escape.” Burned the lease, but the smoke just stayed, Lingering like the rent that we never paid.

Bridge

I kept your note in the junk-drawer shame, But the pen ran dry and so did the frame.

Verse 1

The screen lit white at 3:17 AM Name flickered like a streetlamp in the rain I held my breath and let it go Three rings and the world kept turning slow

Chorus

Oh, I should’ve picked it up, now I don’t know If it was the end or the hello The line went dead, and so did I All the words I didn’t say goodbye Oh, I should’ve picked it up, now I don’t know If it was the end or the hello The line went dead, and so did I All the words I didn’t say goodbye Oh, I should’ve picked it up, now I don’t know If it was the end or the hello The line went dead, and so did I All the words I didn’t say goodbye

Verse 2

Got another call at half past five Changed my number just to stay alive Punched the pillow, downed the pills Counting cracks across the ceiling hills

Bridge

One finger hovers over Play Maybe tonight the truth won’t stay

Outro

The screen stays black, the screen stays white The call keeps coming every night

Verse 1

Window’s silted dark where streetlight used only until the furnace kicked on Pans on the stove are spitting silver instead of steam I laced my boots too tight before the sun saw streets

Chorus

Pipes need frost to know they’re still alive I need the ache to prove I’m breathing through the white No promises, just borrowed light winter on the faucet, call it night Pipes need frost to know they’re still alive I need the ache to prove I’m breathing through the white No promises, just borrowed light winter on the faucet, call it night Pipes need frost to know they’re still alive I need the ache to prove I’m breathing through the white No promises, just borrowed light winter on the faucet, call it night

Verse 2

Scraped the windshield with a cracked CD that still played the chorus when the glass gave way Radio blames the builder, blames the fuel but I’m the one who built the pyre for every cruel

Bridge

Thermostat blinked 58 like it was a secret kept Heater wheezes warm, but the cold stays in my chest

Verse 1

The porch swing still creaks when the wind forgets to stop. Empty coffee mugs line the kitchen shelf like sentinels. My old sneakers sit by the front door, dust gathering where I left them. I hear a stranger humming in the bathroom, the echo of my own chorus.

Chorus

Someone else is turning the knobs I used to know. The hallway feels louder when their footsteps match mine. I’m racing thoughts in rooms that still remember my name. It’s a new soundtrack, but the verses feel like my own.

Verse 2

I slammed the bedroom window, letting the rain slap the panes. I tossed a spare key onto the porch, daring fate to find it. I painted the living‑room wall with a spray of reckless color. Now the paint drips like the excuses I’m trying to hide.

Bridge

I miss the way my laughter used to fill these walls.

Outro

The front porch is quiet, the swing finally still. I close the door behind me, the lock clicks a goodbye. The house keeps its new stories, and I keep my old ghost.

Verse 1

My shoes pinched like a lie on Sunday Her place setting stays untouched in gray light I counted ceiling tiles till the preacher said my name

Chorus

I’m the one who got lost at the rehearsal dinner Dancing on the wrong side of the cake Every clink of the forks is a question I haven’t answered And the band plays the same old mistake I’m the one who got lost at the rehearsal dinner Dancing on the wrong side of the cake Every clink of the forks is a question I haven’t answered And the band plays the same old mistake I’m the one who got lost at the rehearsal dinner Cutting my losses from the wrong side of the cake Every empty seat is a name I can’t remember And the band’s still playing the same old mistake

Verse 2

I stole the program, wrote “miss you” in the margin Then watched the bouquet throw take flight into her arms Now the DJ’s spinning slow, and the ice is melting fast

Bridge

Last call drinks are watered down regrets Face it: the best man said it better than I did

Outro

The valet brought my coat just as they lit the sparklers One by one, they’re pointing me back to the dark where I park it

Verse 1

I found a box in the attic, full of memories untold My parents, young and reckless, with stories to be told They're smiling, laughing, and free, a world away from me I wonder what they were thinking, when they were wild and carefree

Chorus

But now I'm standing in their shoes, trying to make my way Through the noise, the chaos, and the mistakes of every day I'm chasing the highs, and the lows, and the love that they've known And I'm learning to let go, as I grow old

Verse 2

I stay out late, I drive too fast, I'm trying to feel alive I'm running from the ordinary, from the life that they designed I'm searching for my own path, my own way to break the mold But the more I push the limits, the more I feel like I'm losing control

Bridge

And then I see their faces, in the fading light of day And I realize I'm not so different, in my own reckless way I'm making the same mistakes, and learning the same hard truths And I wish I could go back, and tell them I understand their youth

Outro

Now I'm sitting in the silence, with the ghosts of my past Regretting the choices, that didn't quite last But in the faded photographs, I see a glimmer of my own A restless heart, a reckless soul, and a story still untold

Verse 1

Coffee cup rings on the tray table Weather map shows storms I can’t outrun My phone still lit up with goodbyes that said stay But the departures board just lit my name again

Chorus

This is the hour where I trade the known for the unknown Packing ghosts into a suitcase that weighs a ton I could still bolt, burn the ticket, call the whole thing off But the pilot just flashed the seatbelts and the bar’s already closed This is the hour where I trade the known for the unknown Settling into a seat that smells like industrial dawn The engine hums a lullaby for a heart full of should-haves And the fasten seatbelt sign feels like a judge’s gavel This is the hour where I trade the known for the unknown Packing ghosts into a suitcase that weighs a ton I could’ve stayed, I could’ve walked, I could’ve screamed at the sky But the departure board just winked at me like we both know I’ll be back in July

Verse 2

Yellow light through the terminal curtains The last call menu says I ordered too much Check the seat back screen—someone else laughing On a beach I won’t feel the sand touch

Bridge

The girl behind the counter calls my row I recognize her laugh—we graduated the same high school She asks if I’m excited, I say absolutely Lie #47 as the jet bridge swallows my shoes

Verse 1

Traced the pocket inside-out Penny gum wrapper, crumpled doubt Found his bus ticket from May tenth Still creased like the way that he left

Chorus

Oh, we were reckless, darling, leave it alone Oh, we’re restless in the spaces we own Oh, I could burn every coat I own But it won’t change the one with the mustard stain Oh, we were reckless, darling, leave it alone Oh, we’re restless in the spaces we own Oh, I could burn every coat I own But it won’t change the one with the mustard stain Oh, we were reckless, darling, leave it alone Oh, we’re restless in the spaces I own Oh, I could burn every coat I own But it won’t change the one with the mustard stain Oh, the one with the mustard stain

Verse 2

Scrawled my number in blue ballpoint Smeared by the rain on the bench joint Dated the tax return fast Three years back—how long does it last?

Bridge

Quiet now, the house feels older That stain the only thing that’s bolder I’ll iron the cuffs, I’ll hem the hem But the ink won’t forget his name again

Verse 1

The porch light stays on till three again, Same couch stains where you used to pretend To laugh at the same bad joke we’d heard five times. Now my phone just ticks like a silent crime.

Chorus

Where the texts stop and the silence starts, I can taste the end down in my heart. You were the spark to my static show— Now I’m learning how the curtain’s closed. Where the texts stop and the silence starts, I can taste the end down in my heart. You were the spark to my static show— Now I’m learning how the curtain’s closed. Where the texts stop and the silence starts, I can taste the end down in my heart. You were the spark, now I’m just ashes in the dark— No more cursive, no return address to mark.

Verse 2

Drove past your house on a drunk midnight, Saw your bike gone, the lock looking tight. Bought a cheap beer, cracked it on the curb, Listened to our old playlist—then pressed skip, then pressed rewind.

Bridge

One late call I didn’t finish sending, Got a screen full of maybes—none ending. That’s the closest I’ll ever get To knowing why you left the net.

Verse 1

Morning traffic chokes the highway Uniform folded on the passenger seat The clock on the wall ticks louder than my thoughts Sun crawls over the empty parking lot I count the minutes till the bell rings

Chorus

I signed my name on a paper that says “temporary” But the badge still hangs on my chest like a promise Every Friday feels like a Friday night on repeat And the cash drawer sings a louder lie

Verse 2

I stole a lunch break to chase the band on Main Sprayed the boss’s car with a reckless splash of paint Laughed while the register beeped like fireworks The night stretched longer than my shift Now the schedule’s stamped in ink I can’t erase

Bridge

I missed the sunrise for a cash‑register glow, and that’s the truth I can’t ignore

Outro

I thought it’d be a summer fling, but the weeks won’t quit Regret sits quiet on the counter where I used to stand The badge still hangs, heavy with the echo of a restless beat And the cash drawer hums a lullaby I wish were gone.

Verse 1

Middle school maple’s last brown leaf stuck to the sidewalk Vending machine still glows where our quarters bought cheap candy Soccer field lights burned out years ago, just poles in the dark My hands are tight on the wheel but my foot’s itching the gas

Chorus

Neon signs and empty lots Fast food joints where we used to sit Radio humming our first real fights I should’ve stayed but I hit the lights Neon signs and empty lots Fast food joints where we used to sit Radio humming our first real fights I should’ve stayed but I hit the lights

Verse 2

Truck stop coffee smells like yesterday Cruising the strip that we swore we’d own Senior lot’s a quarter mile of weeds I spin the wheel in second gear

Bridge

The only light on is the counselor’s office Sign says “Closed Thursdays after three” Funny how something so small stays lit While everything else forgets we were here

Outro

Neon signs and empty lots I drive past slow Past too slow

Verse 1

I've been gone for so long, I'm starting to feel Like a stranger in my own hometown, it's all unreal My dog, he's still waiting, but his eyes aren't the same I can see the weight of years, the spark's lost its flame

Chorus

Oh, I've been running wild and free, but now I'm coming home To a dog who's grown old, and a heart that's turned to stone

Verse 2

I hit the open road, with the wind in my hair No regrets, no looking back, just the thrill of being there But now I'm standing here, in my empty room And all I can think of is the time I've lost, the moments I've assumed

Bridge

In the silence, I hear his gentle sigh A reminder of the years that slipped on by I'm left with just this thought, that I was wrong to roam And now I'm left to wonder, if I'll ever find my way back home

Outro

I'll sit with him, and hold his graying head And try to make up for the time that's been lost, and the love that's been unsaid His fading pawprints, a reminder of the years gone by A bittersweet reminder, of the love that will never die

Verse 1

Key left on the counter, shoes by the door Radio playing the same bad joke once more Clock ticks too lazy, wind rattles the frame Another year ending in half-finished games

Chorus

So I'll drink to the reckless, the stupid bright years The ones that burned up too fast in the rearview mirror I'll drink to the ashes that used to be me Happy New Year, let's see what we'll be So I'll drink to the reckless, the stupid bright years The ones that burned up too fast in the rearview mirror I'll drink to the ashes that used to be me Happy New Year, let's see what we'll be

Verse 2

Streetlight turns blue, then turns red without sound Same old excuses spinning me back to the ground One friend still believing in last chances we take I built my excuses on promises I can't break

Bridge

Maybe the year didn't end so much as stall Maybe the cracks weren't failure, just the shape of it all

Verse 1

My coffee’s gone, the sink’s still piled with bowls, you keep calling and the eggshells sit in rows. Voice cracks like old wax paper, higher every third beat, "Add the pinch before the boil," you repeat.

Chorus

Oh, I scrambled it twice to sound like you, measured fear instead of sugar. Sticky wrist and a burnt-out ring, love tastes like a voicemail’s fingerprints. Oh, I scrambled it twice to sound like you, measured fear instead of sugar. Sticky wrist and a burnt-out ring, love tastes like a voicemail’s fingerprints. Oh, I scrambled it twice to sound like you, measured fear instead of sugar. Sticky wrist and a burnt-out ring, love tastes like a voicemail’s fingerprints. Oh, I scrambled it twice to sound like you, measured fear instead of sugar. Sticky wrist and a burnt-out ring, love tastes like a voicemail’s fingerprints.

Verse 2

The second time the sugar stayed in the bag, I swore I heard you laughing through the cracks. Dry as gospel pages in the Sunday rain, your words left crumbs but took the flour home again.

Bridge

One more try, I’ll let the mixer sigh, half the speed, half me asking why you’re not here.