Midnight on the 5th Floor

Bills in the mailbox

Change in a coffee cup

Boss say "you’re lucky"

I just keep showing up

Same coat, same staircase

Paint peeling off the door

Neighbors arguing through the ceiling

I heard it all before

Got that midnight on the 5th floor blues

Tap the heel, let the hurt come through

If the world don’t move, I move

Turn my pain into something I can use

Yeah, that midnight on the 5th floor blues

I talk back when the sky turns bruised

If the world don’t move, I move

Turn my pain into something I can use

Mom on the phone line

Voice thin, trying to sound strong

Says she’s "doing alright"

I hear the tremble in that song

Old scars, fresh pressure

Every letter from the rent man stings

But I fold it, tuck it in my pocket

Walk out and let my soul swing

One plate, three folks at the table

We still pass it like it’s a crown

Laugh loud just to prove we’re able

To flip this struggle upside down

You feel that?

Hands up high when you’re feeling low

We make a choir out the echo