

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Coffee gone cold on the counter Same dented thermos by the door Used to run when the sirens called me Now they don’t call much anymore Streetlights flicker in my memory Red and blue painted on the dark Smoke on my hands, blood on my jacket Names I still carry in my heart [Chorus] I’m past my prime and the phone’s gone quiet Hands still shake when the wind blows hard Pulled kids out of burning houses Cut steel open like it was paper and straw I saved lives once, now I’m just tired Clock on the wall keeps dragging time But those faces, those nights, those voices Are the demons that won’t leave my mind [Verse 2] Hundred-hour weeks, no sleeping Boots by the bed, half-laced I’d give my back, my bones, my future For one more stranger I could save Now I just stare at the ceiling Hear glass break in every rain Every thunderclap’s a collision Every quiet minute feels like blame [Chorus] I’m past my prime and the phone’s gone quiet Hands still shake when the wind blows hard Pulled kids out of burning houses Cut steel open like it was paper and straw I saved lives once, now I’m just tired Clock on the wall keeps dragging time But those faces, those nights, those voices Are the demons that won’t leave my mind [Bridge] Tell me what good is a hero When the fires all move inside Can’t save the man in the mirror Though I’ve tried and tried and tried (oh God, I’ve tried) [Chorus] I’m past my prime and the phone’s gone quiet Hands still shake when the wind blows hard Pulled kids out of burning houses Cut steel open like it was paper and straw I saved lives once, now I’m just tired Clock on the wall keeps dragging time And the demons I kept from other people Are the demons that call me by name in the night
Tags
country, Gritty slow-burn country ballad, male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic and dusty baritone guitar, low swung tempo with brushed snare and a worn upright bass. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, chorus widens with distant slide guitar cries and subtle church organ. Vocal grows rougher and more desperate toward the bridge, ending on a raw, almost spoken confession that fades over a single guitar chord., slow
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4/13/2026