Windows cracked, city breathin’ through the screen door
Same clothes, same smoke, from the night before
Half drank bottle on the dresser by the TV glow
Sun peekin’ through the blinds like it already know
Still hear the bass in my chest but the room too quiet
Everybody said they love me, now the line went silent
Funny how the crowd disappear with the morning light
Had a hundred hands up, now it’s me and the night
Phone on 2%, missed calls, I ain’t check those
Ashes on the floor where the good times left ghosts
Told myself I’m winnin’, told myself I’m next up
Why it feel like every victory just leave a mess, huh?
Still up…
but the high got tired
Still up…
watch the skyline die
Still up…
hear the birds outside
Still up…
and I don’t know why
5:47, tires hummin’ down the interstate
Windows down, cold air cuttin’ through the headaches
Red lights blinkin’ in the distance like a warning sign
Every exit got a memory that I left behind
Used to dream about the nights where they knew my name
Now they know my face but somehow nothin’ really changed
Everybody want a piece when the table full
Ain’t nobody stay around when the plates get pulled
Backseat smell like liquor and mistakes made
Conversations with myself gettin’ louder these days
I keep chasin’ that version of me I created
But he only show up when the room get faded
And that’s the problem…
I ain’t hooked on the smoke
I ain’t hooked on the drink
I ain’t hooked on the girls
I ain’t hooked on the scene
I’m hooked on disappearin’
For a couple hours
Turn the noise off
Turn the doubt down
Turn a nobody
To a king now
Then the sun come up…
Same fears
Same scars
Same ghosts in the rearview
Streetlights click off one by one as the sky turn blue
Still up…
but the city asleep
Still up…
with a war underneath
Still up…
and it’s all catchin’ me
Still up…
when it’s quiet, I see
Maybe that’s why I stay out till the stars all fade
Maybe that’s why I keep runnin’ through the same old maze
Every party got an ending, every song got a stop
Every mountain got a moment where you finally drop
Now the birds sing louder than the crowd did
And the truth hit harder than the alcohol ever could’ve
Engine off.
No applause.
No texts.
No noise.
Just me…
And the version of myself
I’ve been tryin’ to outrun
Waitin’ in the driveway
With the sunrise on his tongue.
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