[Verse 1]
Fifteen
Counting mile markers
Like stitches in a too-tight dress
Stuffed your life in plastic boxes
Called it “fresh start
” called it “best”
New keys on the same old key ring
Same fear in a borrowed bed
You drew maps on wrinkled napkins
Never once looked back
Just fled
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I kept on running just to feel alive
Mistook every border for a brand-new sky
Thought if I was moving
I could not be caught
I didn’t break
I arrived when I stopped
[Verse 2]
Twenty-three in a basement sublet
Learning all the exits first
Memorizing stairwells
Shadows
Every face that might mean hurt
Thirty with a job and paycheck
Still sleeping with your shoes half-laced
Every box half-packed for leaving
Freedom tasted just like haste
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[Bridge]
Forty hit like quiet thunder
Not a crash
Just softened sound
Cardboard towers in the hallway
Ticket pages scattered round
You sat down among the echoes
Let your shoulders finally drop
Felt your pulse still beat without a suitcase
[low vocal register] Felt the truth
That movement isn’t proof
You are allowed to stop
[Chorus]