Crickets

Anxious light years ahead of me

Screaming directions like it could be so easy

Live, have a bank account with cluttered dreams

Stapled two weeks notice with just in case I blink

Will they remember me?

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in the memories

Playing a song they'll never notice

And it's the seventh week

The days are short, the nights dragging

A corner has your privacy

My idols, they sing their songs to thousands

Yet I'm scared I'll sing to no one

I'll be crashing on a couch at age thirty-three

'Cause a taste of feeling not some security

Will they remember me?

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in the memories

Playing a song they'll never notice

I've lost all sanity

Guess I owe this all to you

And I'm without a choice to choose

I'm out with one and all I can lose

I'm stained in your perfume

It's more than I can shower off

You're the license that can cure my cough

I fear I am the clumsiest kiss

The good in recent years

Will they remember me?

Crickets are the crowd I see

A pit stop in the memories