Borderline Blessings

Customs dog yawning on a slow night

I stroll through humming like it's alright

One stamp, two stamps in the blue book

Eyes on the bored guard, give a cool look (yeah)

Candy in the suitcase, clothes on top

Grandma’s “cookies” in a zip-lock sock

They searching for the drama on the X-ray

I’m just praying that my poker face don’t sway

Duty-free bag full of “souvenirs”

Tiny little bottles that can disappear

Whisper to myself, “keep breathing, man”

Heart tap-dancing like it got a plan

I’m smuggling contraband, in my own head

Whole life packed in this overhead

Walk through calm like I understand

How to hide my fears like contraband

I’m smuggling contraband, under my skin

All this pressure in the carry-on bin

Smile for the camera, wave my hand

Whole damn past in a plastic band (oh)

Neighbour got a side hustle, late van

Cross-town route, little brown trash can

He don’t talk much, just says “hop in”

Streetlights blinking while the cash comes in

Taped-up box say “fragile, glass”

Inside stuffed secrets from my past

Fake label on it like “kitchenware”

But it’s broken promises and old despair

Mama think I’m shipping out textbooks

Really I’m mailing out my worst looks

All that shame stamped, paid in full

Trying to pull my pride through the portal

I’m smuggling contraband, in my own head

Whole life packed in this overhead

Walk through calm like I understand

How to hide my fears like contraband

I’m smuggling contraband, under my skin

All this pressure in the carry-on bin

Smile for the camera, wave my hand (wave my hand)

Whole damn past in a plastic band (yeah)