Lips on the glass
Clock on the wall just laughs
Every tick
Another kick to the past
Cancer in my lungs
Breath tastes like old regret
Stare at my hands
How small can power get
I read the war in the comment section
Tiny gods in inflection
Heading in the wrong direction
Every saint with a sharpened tongue
Every child born
Already on the run
Skin on chrome
On borrowed thrones
Name on a headstone
Replaced by a clone
How do you scream at a drone filled sky
When the echo just shrugs
And walks on
I am
So afraid of the ending
So aware of the ending
Every joy has a funeral dress
I am
So ashamed I'm pretending
So in love with pretending
Every kiss has a knife in its breath
If the world keeps turning
Why can't I?
If the flames keep burning
Why can't I?
Why can't I?
Why can't I?
Halo made of plastic wrappers
Cheap thrill
Slow disaster
We trade our time for a brighter screen
Scroll for blood
Call it "keeping clean"
I see my face in a stranger's anger
Same cracked mirror
Same dull danger
If I could cut that part of me out
Would anything be left
But an empty shout
I am
So afraid of the ending
So aware of the ending
Every joy has a funeral dress
I am
So ashamed I'm pretending
So in love with pretending
Every kiss has a knife in its breath
If the world keeps turning
Why can't I
If the flames keep burning
Why can't I
Why can't I
Why can't I (why can't I)
I've been screaming at the dark so long
Forgot how quiet feels
Hands locked tight around the wheel
On a road that isn't real
Maybe I don't have to break the sky
To learn its name
Maybe I don't have to carry
Every weight
Every flame
Mud on my boots
Morning on the porch step
Hot cocoa steam
Like ghosts that I accept
Neighbor waves
Sun in their tired eyes
We trade small talk
About the rain and rising tides
There's a crack in the old wood railing
Paint chips
Stories flaking
We mend what we can with a piece of twine
It's not perfect
But it holds just fine
I am
Still afraid of the ending
But I'll be here in the ending
Every day like a text still sending
I am
Still a fool for pretending
But I lean on the mending
Every hurt finds a shoulder to rest
If the world keeps turning
I'll turn too
If the fields keep burning
Something new
Pushing through
Every fear I named
Turned out to be human
Just a face
Just a shaking hand
Just a trembling stand
If we're all so frail
Maybe that's the trail
If we all might fail
Maybe that's our grail
Late night train
Blurring all the bright signs
Her head on my shoulder
Heart hitting soft time
Stories shared
Of fathers and of first falls
Of running out of money
Of answering late calls
We don't fix the world
Just hold each other's weather
Thunder in our chests
Raining
Then better
Ohhhh-
I used to think love (love)
Had to conquer everything (thing)
Now I think love (love)
Just refuses not to sing
I am
Still aware of the ending
But I dance in the sending
Every laugh like a fragile protest
We are
Little sparks that are bending
Through a night that's unending
Every hand finds a hand in the mess
If the world keeps turning
We'll turn too
Every heart still learning
How to move
How to move