This curation masterfully distills a century of human struggle into a cathartic narrative that remains profoundly relevant to the modern psyche. It is a sophisticated study of how we transmute personal pain into a universal language of resilience.
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I left the door half open.
Thought the dark would drown my voice.
mumbled all my little ghosts like I didn't have a choice.
I named the face I dream of that I never should have named.
Laid my failures on the table.
Didn't even hide my shame.
You were never meant to hear me.
Quiet when I break.
All these crooked truths I bury spilled out by mistake.
If you're standing in the doorway, please pretend you're not.
This was just a soft confession.
Meant to stay with God.
I said I still read your letters every winter, every spring.
How I fold them in the middle like I'm holding on to strain.
I told the room I miss you more than I admit awake.
Let the words fall out so gently like a glass I hoped would break.
You were never meant to hear me.
Quiet when I break.
All these crooked truths I bury spilled out by mistake.
If you're standing in the doorway, please pretend you're gone.
Let this whisper sink to nothing like it was never sung.
If you breathe, don't breathe too loudly. If you leave, don't close the door. Let me lie and say I never said your name before.
You were never meant to hear me.
Quiet when I break.
Every secret in this silence hanging like your name.
If you're standing in the doorway, turn your shadow out.
Keep this quiet. Keep this fragile.
Let it fade to doubt.
stove light humming half Won't chip m and an empty plate curtain breathing in that t sun toast crumbs talking days first There's a little bit of heaven in a hallway.
Little bit of gold in the dust on the floor.
If you're leaning close to the quiet, you hear the world asking for one minute more.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
That's what these old eyes are looking for.
Bus stop laughter.
Kid with crooked shoes.
Old man stories spilling yesterday's news.
Dog on a doorstep.
Got nothing at all.
Still he's faithful to that peeling blue wall.
There's a little bit of heaven in a hallway.
Little bit of gold in the crack in the door.
If you're leaning close to the quiet, you hear the world asking for one minute more.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
That's what this tired heart is singing for.
We chase big thunder till the days run dry.
M. Yeah. But the soft rain on the window, that's the reason why there's a little bit of heaven in the hallway. Little bit of grace in the mess on the floor.
If you're leaning close to the quiet, you hear the world asking for one minute more.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
That's what these rough hands these rough hands are reaching for.
Lay up on the table.
Coffee gone cold.
My hands on the saucer like it's something to hold.
Quiet in the hallway.
Clock counting slow.
A war in my rib cage that nobody knows.
There's a stone in the river of my shaking chest.
Heavy and honest.
It keeps me from the crest.
I bend but I don't splinter.
I break but I still sing.
All this thunder in my whisper hide an iron in the wings.
I smile in the mirror.
It don't always fit.
Some days I'm a stranger wearing my own skin to sit, but I lace up my breathing like old Sunday shoes.
Walk circles around the questions.
I'm too tired to lose. There's a stone in the river of my shaking chest.
Heavy and honest, it keeps me from the crest.
I bend but I don't splendor.
I break but I still sing.
All this thunder in my whisper hide an iron in the wings.
I have prayed in the laundry room cursed in the grocery line.
M carried stones in a paper bag. Called it I'm doing fine.
But even when my voice runs dry and my courage comes out thin, there's a low note way down under saying, "Girl, you stand again."
There's a stone in the river of my shaking chest.
Heavy and honest, it keeps me from the crust.
I bend, but I don't split up.
I break but I still sing.
All this thunder in my whisper hide an iron in the wings.
Got this half empty glass and a heart that's all used up.
Lipstick on the rim like a ghost that won't give up.
You said you'd be right back.
Clock just laughed and kept on time. Now the bartender knows my story better than you ever tried.
Pour me a little more. Midnight.
Let it burn all the way down.
If I can't have your arms tonight, I'll take the lonely side of town.
Every sip tastes just like your goodbye.
Slow and sharp like shattered bless.
If I got to live without your love, I'll make a home in this half empty glass.
You danced me across that floor, made a promise in my ear.
Now your chair sits there crooked like it's waiting on you here.
They keep closing up the tables, but they never close my head. I keep drawing hearts in the water rings, hoping one of them won't break.
Pull me a little more. Midnight, let it burn all the way down.
If I can't have your arms tonight, I'll take the lonely side of town.
Every sip tastes just like your goodbye.
Slow and sharp like shattered glass.
If I got to live without your love, I'll make a home in this half empty glass.
Play it soft, Mr. Piano.
Play it low so the hurt can pass.
M if loving you was a bad idea.
I'm still majoring in bed.
P me a little more.
Midnight, let it burn all the way down.
If I can't have your arms tonight, I'll take the lonely side of town.
Every sip tastes just like your goodbye.
Slow and sharp like shattered glass.
If I got to live without your love, I'll make a home in this half empty glass.
Oh, I'll make a home in this half empty glass.
Neon sign just flickered out.
Clock says three. I don't care.
Bartenders counting lonely bottles, stacking up the nights we shared.
One chair turned toward the doorway just in case you wander through.
I'm nursing melted ice and memories.
Talking to your ghost like it's you.
It's a late night story in an empty bar told to no one but this glass and a closing star.
Every lie I ever lived sits here on the stool.
Yeah. This late night story and an empty bar makes a grown man feel like a fool.
Jew box sleeps in the corner.
Last song died an hour ago.
Your lipstick stain on a crumpled napkin still says more than I can show.
I said I'd quit your shadow, WALK out proud into the dawn, but the door keeps staying closed.
And you're leaving just plays on.
It's a late night story in an empty bar told no one but this glass and a closing star.
Every promise that I broke hangs here in the smoke.
Yeah, there's a late night story in an empty bar.
Turns every word into a choke.
If the walls could talk, they'd call me out. Say, "Man, you had your chance."
But I just trace your name and this ring a watered down romance.
It's a late night story and an empty bar where the chairs are upside down on a wounded heart.
Every goodbye I never said echoes off the room. Yeah. This late night story in an empty bar.
And I'm the last fool left in the gloom.
Glass ring on the table.
Coaster stained with my name.
Bartender wiping down daylight from a counter tired of the same.
Jukebox humming in the corner, but it won't play what I like.
So I lean into the darkness.
Let the midnight talk back. Oh lonely man, sing soft to the night.
for your heart in that last little light.
Every word just drifting through the smoke, chasing dreams you never quite spoke.
Oh lonely man, sing soft to the night.
Till the chairs are stacked and locked up tight.
One chair by the window.
One shadow on the floor.
Code hung like a tired stranger.
that don't fit me anymore.
Piano keys like chip teeth smile at every crack.
Trumpet size in the ceiling as the midnight talks back. Oh lonely man sing soft to the night for your heart in that last little light.
Every word just drifting through the smoke, chasing dreams.
You never quite spoke.
Oh, lonely man sings soft to the night.
Till the sign goes dark and you fade from sight.
I raise this glass to the empty, to the names I can't recall. M yeah to the lips I never tasted waiting by some of the wall.
If the night is all that's listening then it's all I'm going to ask.
Hold my voice a little longer.
Let the midnight talk back. Oh lonely man.
Sing soft to the night.
POUR YOUR heart in that last little light.
Every word just drifting through the smoke, chasing dreams.
You never quite spoke.
Oh, lonely man, sing soft to the night till the dawn cuts in and end your act.
Just a lonely man in the midnight talking back.
Cold concrete, shoes getting thin, dust on my throat from the traffic wind.
Open case by my crooked boots.
singing these truths for a handful of loot.
I'm just singing for coins in my guitar case.
Nickel dreams in a broke down place.
EVERY CORD I play buys one more day.
But my heart keeps huming about a better place while I'm singing for coins in my guitar case.
Kid on a scooter laughs and stares.
Mama pulls him close like I'm trouble in a chair.
OLD MAN N DROPS a folded bill says keep that fire don't let it kill. Yeah, I'm still singing for coins in my guitar case.
Nickel dreams in a broke down place.
Every chord I playoo buys one more day.
My heart keeps humming about a better place while I'm singing for corns in my guitar case.
One day I'll leave this corner, leave these cracks and stains, trade these fumes and sirens for fields after the rain. But till that day COMES CALLING, I'VE ONLY GOT THIS VOICE, these busted strings, this busted soul in a pocket full of choice.
So I'm singing for coins in my guitar case.
Nickel dreams in a broke down place.
EVERY CHORD I PLAY BUYS one more day.
But my heart keeps huming about a better place.
Yeah. My heart keeps huming about a better place while I'm singing for coins in my guitar case.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh yeah.
Sun popped out in my window. Toast jumped up from the pan. Coffee kiss my red lipstick. Guess I'm a lucky woman today. Oh man. I skipped three cracks in the sidewalk. Whistled my worries away.
Saw you smile by the corner store and the whole world started to sway. I got sugar on a sunny day. Honey in my lap when you look my way my shoes half time my blues just straight cuz I'm falling falling in the sweetest way. Oh sugar on a sunny day. Life tastes bright like a big bouquet. Hold my hand let the record play. We're just dancing dancing all our cares away. Hey.
You said miss you look happy. I said baby I just might float. You held the door, tipped your hat to put a little flutter in my throat. We shared one old umbrella, though the sky was clear and wide. Every step on that sidewalk felt like we were gliding on a ride. I got sugar on a sunny day. Honey, in my laugh, when you look my way, my shoes tap time. My blues just stray cuz I'm falling falling in the sweetest way. Oh, sugar on a sunny day. Life tastes bright like a big bouquet. Hold my hand. Let the record play. We're just dancing, dancing all our cares away.
Was the world always this golden? Or did you twist the light? Every little thing feels easy. Everyone know sounding right. If this is just a moment, darling, let it never fade. Let's keep swinging through the sunshine like a love parade.
I got sugar on a sunny day. Honey, in my lap when you look my way, my shoes tap time, my blues just stray. Cuz I'm falling, falling in the sweetest way.
Oh, sugar on a sunny day. Life tastes bright like a big bouquet. Stay right here. Let the good time stay. We'll keep dancing, dancing all our cares away.
We'll keep dancing, DANCING ALL OUR CARES AWAY.
YEAH.
Oh yeah.
Heat. Heat.
Trench coat collar soaked to the bone.
Neon bleeding on cobblestone.
Every puddle a face I knew.
Washed out memory dripping through.
I keep walking through this rain soaked town.
Every shadow trying on my frown.
Street lamp halos crown of fools and saints.
I'm just a rumor and a coat of stains.
Yeah, just a rumor and a coat of stains.
M ash on my lip, filter gone wet.
Last good lead still hasn't shown yet. Her perfume lingers in a doorway crack like a whispered promise.
I can't give back.
I keep walking through this rain soaked town.
Every shadow trying on my frown street lamp halos crown the fools and saints.
I'm just a rumor in a coat of stains.
Yeah, just a rumor and a coat of stains.
Oh, taxi passes won't take my kind.
Too much truth sitting on my mind.
If the night could talk, it would say my name, then spit on the ground and forget it again.
I keep walking through this rain soaked town.
Every shadow trying on my frown.
Street lamp halos crown of fools and saints.
I'm just a rumor in a coat of stains.
Yeah, just a rumor in a coat of stains.
M.
One more corner, one more clue.
Rain keeps asking what I'll do.
I tip my hat to the empty air.
If there's an answer, it ain't here.
It ain't here.
You dead forever in the back of that old car.
I traced your promise like a line across my heart.
Your jacket on my shoulders, summer turning into rain.
We laughed at getting soaked. I wrote your name and kept the stain.
This is the first time breaking. I didn't know love could bend and snap. I thought it was all day dreams hand holding. Now I'm here trying to take it back. My pillow knows what you're leaving. Sounds like every tear learning how to fall.
This is the first time I'm breaking. I guess I never knew it at all.
Your friends all knew before me. Guess endings travel fast.
I saw it in their silence in the way they didn't ask.
Deleted every picture.
But the moment wouldn't fade.
Your ghost in every hallway, every song we used to play.
This is the first time breaking. I didn't know love could bend and snap. I thought it was all day dreams hand holding. Now I'm here trying to take it back. My pillow knows what you're leaving. Sounds like every tear learning how to fall.
This is the first time breaking. I guess I never knew it at all.
Oh, mama says I'll love again. Oh, maybe.
But I don't trust that word tonight.
Feels like you took my birthday candles.
Blew out every little light.
This is the first time breaking. I didn't know love could bend and snap. I thought it was all day dreams. and holding. Now I'm here trying to take it back. My pillow knows what you're leaving. Sounds like every tear.
Learning how to fall.
This is the first time breaking. First time thinking it's my fault.
This is the first time breaking.
And it still feels like my first love's all I want.
Last call came early.
Bartender wiped down dreams.
I'm stuck to this cracked red bar stool.
Holding on to things I can't redeem.
Your coat still on the hanger.
Lipstick ghost on your glass.
It's stacking up the chairs now. But my heart won't close up that fast.
These ashtray kisses burn my mouth all night.
Tastes like you were almost honest.
Then you pulled back from the light.
I keep chasing your shadow through this cigarette haze.
These ashtray kisses going to haunt me for days.
And a man barely watching plays that same slow crooked hymn.
Sex cries low in the corner like it knew you knows him.
I stir this warm flat whiskey.
Clock stuck at half past pain swings.
Strangers come and go.
But it's your goodbye that still remains.
Yeah.
These ass kisses burn my mouth all night.
Tastes like you were almost honest.
Then you pulled back from the light.
I keep chasing your shadow through this cigarette haze.
These ash stray kisses going to haunt me for days.
Tell me, was it ever love or just habit in a soothing tie?
You said, "Baby, we'll talk tomorrow."
Then tomorrow turned into goodbye.
Goodbye.
These assay kisses burn my mouth all night.
taste like you were almost honest.
Then you pulled back from the light.
I keep tracing your promise through this blue perfume of blame.
These ashtray kisses only your leaving remains.
M steam rising from a chipped white cup.
Sun slipping through the curtains. rough edge bare feet on the cool warm floor.
And my heart doesn't tremble anymore.
After the stormy night, I wake to quiet light.
Nothing chasing me.
No shadows at the door. Just this easy breath and your sweater on my chair. I never knew peace could feel so gentle, so sure.
old voicemail.
I finally erased all those words washed out with the rain. Now the mirror holds a softer face and my name doesn't sound like pain.
After the stormy night, I wake to quiet light.
Nothing chasing me.
No shadows at the door. Just this easy breath.
And your sweater on my chair. I never knew peace could feel so gentle.
So sure.
I used to count my cracks like broken glass. Now they just catch little pieces of dawn.
I used to brace myself for the next goodbye.
Now I'm learning how to just let time go by.
After the stormy night, I wait to quiet light.
Nothing chasing me.
No shadows at the door. Just this easy breath and your sweater on my chair. I never knew peace could feel so gentle, so sure.
Steam fading, but the calm stays warm.
I'm still here.
And the morning goes on.
You come in late.
Smell like trouble and cologne.
Laugh too loud.
Put your feet on my throne.
You say you're tired of the same old scene, but your phone face down still buzzes in the seams.
You're a bad habit for my heart.
Sweet poison in the dark.
I know better, but I don't get better.
I keep falling where I fall apart.
You're the bruise I press to feel the lie that tastes too real. I know better, but I don't get better.
You're a bad habit from my heart.
You call me baby when you've had a drink too much.
Leave your jacket, but you never leave your stuff.
You say believe me, I too bright to trust.
I hold my breath while you sweep up the dust.
YOU'RE A BAD HABIT FOR MY HEART.
Sweet poison in the dark.
I know better, but I don't get better.
I keep falling where I fall apart.
You're the bruise I press to feel the lie that tastes too real. I know better, but I don't get better.
You're a bad habit for my heart.
I rehearse. Goodbye in the mirror in my head. But your hands find my waist and my courage plays dead. If loving you is losing, WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE HOME? WHY IS THE cold in your arms warmer than sleeping alone?
You're a bad habit for my heart.
Sweet poison in the dark.
I know better, but I don't get better.
I keep falling where I fall apart.
You're the bruise I press to feel the lie that tastes too real.
I know better, but I don't get better.
Your bad habit for my heart.
Lights turn low. Lipstick on your glass.
I trace that mark and let the moment pass.
You're wrong for me.
Clear as black and white, but I still leave the door on the chain.
Not locked each night.
You're coming smelling like trouble.
And my hands still reach for your coat.
Lipstick on your collar.
stories stuck in your throat.
I hear my mama say, "Baby, run."
But my heart just shakes his head.
Pour you one more drink and pull you back to bed.
Why is your love too sweet for my own good?
Like sugar on a glass that cuts me where I stood.
I know what you are, but I'd stay if I could.
Cuz your love, your love too sweet for my own good.
M. You laugh like you never lied once, but your eyes keep dodging mine. You promise me Sunday morning, then slip out before sunrise. I trace your name in the ashes of all the things I swore I change.
Breaking my own heart softly calling it your mistake.
Why your love too sweet for my own good.
Like sugar on a glass that cuts me where I stood.
I know what you are, but I stay if I could.
Cuz your love, your love too sweet for my own good.
I could pack that suitcase.
I could slam that door. Oh, I could.
>> But you touch my should.
And I'm yours once more.
You say this time, baby.
And I almost believe.
Yes, I love the way your last sound on my sleeve.
Why your love too sweet for my own good.
Like sugar on a glass that cuts me where I stood.
I know what you are, but I'd stay if I could.
Cuz your love, your love too sweet for my own good.
Yeah. Your love, your love too sweet for my own good.
You say I left you lonely.
I say I gave you air to breathe.
You call it cold and empty.
I call it finally feeling free.
You say you needed distance.
I heard you slam that midnight door.
You call it finding peace. Now I call it laying on the floor.
Two sides of the same storm.
Same thunder, different sky.
You say it never hurt you.
>> I taste the salt when I cry.
We're telling the same old story.
But every word comes out.
You say you walked away clean.
I say we drowned in that storm.
You say I broke my promise.
I say I bent but never snapped.
>> You talk about the silence.
>> I hear the way your anger clapped.
>> You say that you were honest.
I watched you dodge the simple truth.
>> You call it just a rough patch.
>> I call it stealing all my youth.
>> Two sides of the same stone.
Two sides of the same storm.
>> Same thunder, different sky.
>> You say a thunder, different sky.
>> You say you never lied once.
>> I feel the crack in each line.
We're telling the same old story.
But every page is water on.
You say our love was gentle.
>> I say it could like a storm.
>> Maybe I'm painting you harsh.
>> Maybe I'm soft on what you did.
Maybe the past is a mirror.
>> Showing what each of us hid.
>> Did we both twist the truth, babe?
>> Or were we twisted all along?
>> If we're so far from each other, >> why does this hurt so strong?
>> So strong, >> so strong, >> so strong. Two sides of the same storm.
Two sides of the same storm. Same thunder, different sky.
>> You say you don't remember.
>> I feel each moment go by.
>> We're telling the same old story, >> but every chorus runs warm.
>> You say it's over. It's over.
>> I'm still lost in that storm.
You say you're finally sleeping.
>> I still wake up at 4 a.m.
>> Maybe our truth is broken.
>> Maybe we both broke it then.
Two sides of the same storm, drifting apart in the rain.
M train car sweet.
Tin roof sky wind tastes like old goodbyes.
Cotton fields ghost white rose.
Her name the only song I know.
Southbound ghost riding in my chest.
Every mile I roll, I love her less, but I can't shake what I already lost.
Hard like a suitcase gathering rust and moss.
My southbound ghost dust on my boots, red clay on my tongue.
We passed that church where our vows were sung.
She took the ring, left it on the rail.
Now every crossing sounds like a whale.
Southbound ghost riding my chest.
Every mile I roll, I love her less.
But I can't shake what I already lost.
Hard like a suitcase gathering rust and moss.
Yeah, my southbound ghost.
M night in cheap room, one chair.
I pour two glasses, SET ONE BY the bed there.
Talk to the air like she's still close.
Kiss in silence like cigarette smoke. Southbound ghost riding in my chest.
Every mile I roll, I love her less, but I can't shake what I already lost.
hard like a suitcase gathering western moss.
My southbound ghost M m.
I set your plate at my table.
Kept your picture by the door.
You said, "Baby, I'm your shelter."
Then you let it rain once more.
Now my cough is gone cold on the counter, but my tears don't fall tonight.
I've been staring down that mirror, learning how to hold myself right.
You broke my heart once.
That's on you.
You won't break me twice.
That's my truth. Oh no. I wore your li Sunday.
Now I'm wiping your name from this place.
You broke my heart once.
That's only you.
You won't break me twice. I'm through with you.
I'm bent, but I'm still breathing.
Baby, I'm my own sweet healing.
You came home smelling like whiskey with a stranger smile on your sleeve.
Thought I'd swallow all my questions.
Like a song I never sang.
But these hands can light my own fire.
These feet can walk out that door.
I packed your love in an old suitcase.
Left it sitting on the floor. You broke my heart once.
That's on you.
You won't break me twice.
That's my truth. Hey, I wore your lies like Sunday lace.
Now I'm wiping your name from this place.
You broke my HEART ONCE.
That's all you.
You won't break me twice. I'm done with you.
I'm bruised, but I'm still standing.
Got my own blues, my own landing.
Go on, tell your same old stories to some brand new shining fool. I've been schooled by all your sorrows.
Now I graduate from you. I got hurt, but I got wiser. And this pain turned into pride.
I was crying in your shadow.
Now I'm singing on my side. Oh yeah. You broke my heart once.
That's on you.
You won't break me twice.
That's my truth. Hey, I want your lies. I WANT OUR LIES. Like Sunday lace. Sunday lace.
Now I'm wiping your name from this place.
You broke my heart once.
That's on you.
You won't break me twice.
I'm through.
I'm scared, but I'm still shining.
And this woman's done with crying.
You broke my heart once.
That's on you.
You won't break me twice.
Not this blues girl you knew.
Your cup still waits on the second shelf.
Lipstick ghost of our better selves.
Curtains breathe like they know your name.
Same old chair, but it's not the same.
You're a shadow in my doorway.
You're the echo in my te stain dreams.
Just a touch in the steam on the window slipping through the seams.
Quiet memories of a past romance folded in these sheets.
You're gone from my arms, but baby, you're the ghost in the cotton sheets.
M Sunday rain on the window glass kettle size like it knows the past.
I hum your laugh till the sound runs thin.
Turn around.
Feel you breathe again. Oh, you're a shadow in my doorway.
You're the echo in my te stain dreams.
Just a touch in the steam on the window.
Slipping through the seams.
Quiet memories of a past romance folded in the sheets.
You're gone from my arms. But baby, you're the ghost in the cotton sheets.
I change the lock, I move the frames, learn new routes, whispered new names.
But in the hush between these beats, you still turn down these empty sheets.
Yeah, you're a shadow in my doorway.
You're the echo when my tears stay dreams.
Just a touch in the steam on the window.
Slipping through the seams.
Quiet memories of a past romance folded in the sheets.
You're gone from my arms. But baby, m you're the ghost in the cotton sheets.
M you're gone from my arms. But baby, stay a ghost in the cotton sheets.
I buried my prayers in the cracks of the floor.
Sat in the dark.
Didn't knock on your door.
Hands on my head, heart on the ground.
Every little breath felt like breaking down.
But you turned my cry into sing.
You turned my breaking into bread.
You took my cage in my wing and you raised them from the dead.
I was empty.
I was torn.
Now I'm a river.
After the storm, you turn my crying into singing.
Oh, I'm a river after the storm.
I cursed every mirror that remembered my face.
Thought I was ruined, too far out of grace.
Then you walk my valley.
Didn't rush me through the pain.
You just held my shaking till I could stand again.
And you turn my crying into singing.
You turn my breaking into bread.
You took my I'm done and I'm finished.
And you rol that stone from my chest.
I was empty.
I was torn.
Now I'm a river.
After the storm, you turn my crying into singing.
Oh, I'm a river >> after the storm.
>> Now every star is a story you say.
every week. Hallelujah.
Still makes hell shake.
>> If I've got one whisper, I'll give it as praise. You were there in the ashes.
You'll be there when I'm raised.
Cuz you turn my crying into singing.
You turn my breaking into breath.
You keep on taking what was hopeless and you write a new word instead.
I was empty.
I was torn.
Now I'm a river.
After the storm, you turn my crying into singing.
I'm your river.
after the storm.
Oh yes.
You turn my crying into singing.
I'm your river after the storm.
We were barefoot in your driveway.
July stuck on our skin.
You trace shapes across my should said don't know where to begin.
That first blue summer taught my heart to break.
I was learning how to love you.
You were learning how to drift away.
Now the swing still moving cles in a yard that never knew my name.
That first blue summer, I ain't ever going to feel the same.
Your old jacket on my chair now smells like grass and gasoline.
All the promises we whispered folded small in my blue jeans.
That first blue summer to my heart to break.
I was learning how to love you.
You were learning how to walk away.
Now the swing still moving circles in a yard that never knew my name.
That first blue summer left a tender quiet kind of ache.
Mama said, "Baby, this is growing."
I said, "Why does growing sting?"
You can't keep a wild bird by clipping off its wings.
That first blue summer TAUGHT MY HEART to break.
I was holding on to always you were holding on to getting free.
NOW I DRIVE PAST YOUR OLD CORNER, windows down, but I don't wait.
That first blue summer gave me back the heart I gave.
Mhm.
I took the case in hand down by mercelain.
My coat was so clean through the rain knew my name.
A lamp burned in the blind.
A face behind the glass.
I watched the shadows move, then I let them pass.
The alley held its breath.
The puddles held my face.
I read the broken signs and walked that slow dark pace. Rain on Elm Street.
Rain on Elm Street.
I'll walk it alone.
Rain on Elm Street.
Rain on Elm Street till the truth comes home.
Her ring was gone by dawn.
The ash still on the tile.
A little red lipstick and a note folded tight.
The captain sold me lies.
The witness sold me fear.
I kept my hands in my pockets, kept my steps sincere.
The siren turned far off.
The sacks cut through the fog.
I SAW YOUR DAUGHTER HEAD like a ghost in the rain slick block.
Rain on Elm Street.
Rain on Elm Street.
I walk it alone.
Rain on Elm Street.
Rain on Elm Street.
Till the truth comes home.
If I find you first, will you tell me why?
Was it love or hunger that made you hide?
One last corner turn.
One last hard look down.
The truth don't wear a halo.
It wears a borrowed crown.
Right on El Street.
Right on El Street.
I walk it alone right on the street.
Rain on El Street till the truth comes home.
Yeah.
Sun through the window, coffee in my hand.
Thought it was a Tuesday, turned into a big ban.
>> Hey, you walked in smiling, hat tipped just so I laughed and nothing. You said, "Ready, set, let's go." My heart started dancing, shoes still on the floor. We talked about forever like we'd done it all before.
Oh, I got lucky on a Tuesday. Didn't plan a single thing. Now my little everyday blues got a halo and they swing. Yeah, this ordinary minute feels like fireworks in June. Falling, falling, falling into you in this happy afternoon. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Sugar on the table, doodles on the bill. You drew us a future, said we got some time to fill. We walked down the sidewalk sharing one small tomb. You said, "Ain't something I said? Not till I met you.
I got lucky on a Tuesday. Didn't plan a single thing. down my little everyday blues. Got a halo and they swing. Yeah, this ordinary minute feels like fireworks in June. Falling, falling, falling into you in this happy afternoon.
Maybe it's the sunshine. Maybe it's your grin.
Maybe it's just good luck finally wondering in. Darling, when you hold me, the world fits like a glove. For once in my lifetime, I'm right on time for love.
Hey, I got lucky on a Tuesday. Didn't plan a single thing. Now my little everyday blues got a halo and they swing. Yeah, this ordinary man it feels like fireworks and jewel falling falling falling into you in this happy afternoon.
Falling falling falling into you in this happy afternoon.
M cigarette glow.
Tiny red moon in my hand.
Rain on the brim of my hat.
Drips down, draws lines on the past.
Neon sign flickers once. Names I can't afford. Huming glass.
My shoes keep time with the gutters.
Slow steps, old questions that last. I'm just a shadow in a raincoat.
Walk in circles through your life.
Every puddle holds a face.
I let each reflection die.
This city keeps its secrets tucked beneath a bloodshot sky.
I'm just a shadow in a raincoat.
Too tired to even ask why.
Street lamp buzz, yellow halo on the door.
Her perfume hangs in the stairwell, but she's not there anymore.
Matchbook clue in my pocket.
Numbers smeared, ink in a blur.
Wipers drag on a park sedan like they're whispering her name.
Not sure. I'm just a shadow in a raincoat walking circles through your life.
Every puddle holds a face. I let each reflection die.
This city keeps its secret tucked beneath a bloodshot sky.
I'm just a shadow in a raincoat.
TOO TIRED TO EVEN ask why.
Footsteps fade.
into saxophone size.
ALL I CHASE ARE silhouettes under windows where the good men lie.
Just a shadow in a raincoat walking circles through your life.
EVERY PUDDLE HOLDS A FACE. I LET each reflection die.
This city keeps its secret stuck beneath the bloodshot sky.
I'm just a shadow in a raincoat.
Too tired to even ask why.
New dress, cheap perfume hum as I cross the room. Shoes tap, heart taps too.
World feels fresh and brand new. You lean on the old wood bar, laughing like you're on the stars. You say care to take a chance. We're already halfway to a dance. Oh, I got sunshine on the fourth floor.
Though the landlord never raised a blind, all this light is pouring from your smile.
Spilling all over my little life.
I was coming.
>> I was coming just to pass time.
>> Just to pass time.
>> Now I'm swinging on a joy ride. Oh, I got sunshine on the fourth floor.
Since you wandered into my life, two cups down a coffee steam. You stir sugar in my day dream your joke I nearly choke. Laugh until the waitress spoke.
Sidewalk cracks we skip along. Trading tiny pieces of our songs. Every step a little thrill. Every second saying stay still. Oh, I got sunshine on the fourth floor. Though the landlord never raised a blind.
Oh, this light is pouring from your smile.
Spilling all over my little life.
I was huming. I was huming just to pass time.
Now I'm swinging. Oh, what a joy ride.
Oh, I got sunshine on the fourth floor. Since you wondered into my life.
Yesterday's worries in the lost and found.
Ticket torn, they can't come around. You tap three beats on my hand and four. Now my lonely blues don't fit anymore.
Cuz I got sunshine on the fourth floor.
Baby, you rerun my sky.
Every laugh, a little parade. Confetti in the corners of my mind. I was drifting like a late train. Now I'm dancing in the bright light. Oh, I got sunshine on the fourth floor. And I'm so glad that you're the reason why.
trench coat color turned up to the sky.
Streets bleed silver from a neon sign.
Rain on the brim drips slow in time.
Every shadow knows my name. Tonight I walk alone through this rain soaked town.
Heel hits cobblestone.
Echoes falling down.
Got questions in my pocket.
Clues under my skin.
Yeah, the night keeps its secrets, but I keep walking in.
Mattress flare on a crumpled smoke.
Face in a window. Then the curtain closed.
Taxi splashes.
My one clean coat.
Alicing like it knows what I know. I walk alone through this rain soaked town.
Wheel hits cobblestone.
Echoes falling down.
Got questions in my pocket.
Clues under my skin.
Yeah, the night keeps its secrets, but I keep walking in.
Street lamp flickers like it's telling lies.
Piano from a barroom spells into the night.
The picture in my wallet.
Yeah, just one thing.
Every case I TAKE, I GO looking for HER AGAIN. I walk alone through this rain soaked town.
Heel hits cobblestone.
Echoes falling down.
Got questions in my pocket and ghosts on my skin.
Yeah, the night keeps it secret, but I keep walking in.
Rain on the gum shoes, rain on the brim.
Every drop on the pavement spells out where I've been.
You said forever on a Tuesday laughing leaning on my door.
I believed each crooked promise like I'd never heard one before.
First love, first fall.
I gave you everything. I gave it all.
Thought your name was carved in stone.
Turns out it's written in dust. on my phone. First love, first fall.
Now I'm learning how to lose it all.
Your jackets hanging on my chair.
Smells like summer cheap cologne.
I keep folding up our memories like receipts I should have thrown.
First love, first fall.
I gave you everything. I gave it all.
Thought your name was carved in stone.
Turns out it's written in dust on my phone. First a love, first fall.
Now I'm learning how to lose it all.
Mama said, "Baby, this might sting." I said, "It's different. You don't know a thing." Now I'm crying in the same old kitchen. Tracing circles where your hands been missing.
First love, first fall.
I gave you everything. I gave it all.
You were my always. You were my home.
Now I'm just dancing with your ghost alone. First love, first fall. Guess you were just my practice for it all.
Sun crawls in through a crooked blind.
Dust on the window, dancing in a line, half warm cup on a chipped old plate.
You sigh, you smile, and the morning feels great.
It's the little things that keep my heart in tune.
The creek of this chair.
The quiet of the room.
I don't need much.
Just the day on repeat.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
>> Coffee steam, slow and sweet.
Kid on the corner, skipping every crack.
Old man laughing coat half on his back.
STRANGER holds a door like it's some grand parade.
All that ordinary magic we almost let fade.
IT'S THE LITTLE things that keep my heart in tune.
Your hand finding mine in the middle of the gloom.
I don't need much.
Just your head on my cheek.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
>> Heartbeat, low and sweet.
One soft word, one long look, BURNED TOAST, and an over red book.
If this is all we ever get, I'm all right with that.
It's the little things THAT KEEP MY HEART in tune.
The way YOU HUM OFF key across this dim lit room.
I don't need much.
Just your breath when you sleep.
Finding beauty in the small things, baby.
>> Small things, deep and sweet.
M.
M coffee gone cold on the table.
Lipstick on the rim like a ghost.
I stare down the swirl in the porcelain.
See a face I almost know.
Hands on the keys they tremble.
playing the same two chords again.
Every note a little confession.
Every silence says what I can't.
There's a quiet river in me running hard, running deep.
You won't hear it crash, but it carves the stone.
I BEND, I BREAK, I BLEED, but I rise on aching feet.
I am soft as smoke and I stand like bone.
I wor out the prayer in my mirror.
Mouth moving, heart standing still.
tried to outrun all my shadows.
They just learn to climb the hill.
So I sit with the dark on my shoulder.
Let it whisper all its names.
Then I answer back in a low tone.
I'm the keeper of this flame.
THERE'S A QUIET RIVER in me running hard, running deep.
You won't hear it crash, but it carves the stone.
I BEND, I BREAK, I BLEED, but I rise on aching feet.
I am soft as smoke and I stand like bone.
I don't roar, I don't rage.
I just turn another page.
LET THE WEIGHT PRESS DOWN ON MY LUNGS till I learn how to breathe it in.
I've been cracked. I'VE BEEN CROSSED.
>> I'VE BEEN CROSSED.
>> I've been crossed.
>> I have counted every loss. M.
Still my post keeps slow and low like a drum beneath a skin.
>> THERE'S A QUIET RIVER IN ME.
Running hard, running deep.
You won't hear it crash, but it carves the stone.
I bend, I break, I bleed, but I rise on aching feet.
I am soft as smoke and I stand like boom.
So pour me that long dark silence.
I'll sip it. I'll take my time.
In the hush between each heartbeat, you can hear my spine.
Mhm.
Sun through the blinds on the tablecloth.
Your old hard words gone soft as cloth.
I pour my tea in the blue cup first.
My hands don't shake like they used to. First I breathe in slow, no fight in my chest.
The quiet holds me better than the rest.
Blue cup morning.
I'm still here, baby.
Blue morning.
Nothing can break me.
I let it go.
I let it go.
Blue up morning.
I'm free to grow the floorboard side.
When I cross the room, I open the door to a small green bloom.
No need to run. No need to run. No need to prove.
My heart's been stitched with a gentler groove.
I breathe in slow.
No fight in my chest.
The quiet holds me better than the rest.
Blue morning.
I'm still here, baby.
Blue morning.
Nothing can break me.
I let it go. I let it go. I let it go.
Blue morning.
I'm free to grow.
I used to bend at every little stone.
Now I stand easy in my morning form. Let the rain talk. Let the hours roll. I got my name back deep in my soul. Oh, blue cup morning.
I'm still here, baby.
Blue morning.
Nothing can break me.
I let it go. I let it go. I let it go. I let it go. Blue morning.
I'm free to go.
You're coming late.
Smell like trouble in cheap cologne.
Drop your keys like you still own this home.
You say my name like a promise you never keep.
Pour a drink and you kiss me on the cheek.
You're my bad habit, love.
Sweet burn I can't refuse.
Every time I say I'm finished, I get tangled up in you.
I'm the mess, you're the flame. I know how this ends. I do. But my bad heavy love keeps crawling back to you.
Friends all talk, say I'm drowning while I laugh.
Change the locks, then I leave you a spare out bag.
You tell the same soft stories I've heard before.
I believe till your boots walk out the door.
You're my bad habit, love. Sweet burn I can't refuse.
Every time I say I'm finished, I get tangled up in you.
I'm the match. You're the flame. I know how this ends. I do. But my bad habit love keeps crawling back to you.
I pray for strength.
Then I pray that you call push you away. Then I lean on your I hate your lies, but I love how you lie in my bed.
Guess I'm addicted to the damage in your hands. You're my bad habit. Love, sweet burn I can't refuse.
Every time I say I'm finished, I get tangled up in you.
I'm the bruise, you're the touch, and I'm making for it, too. Oh, my bad habit love keeps crawling back to you.
M.
You taste like Sunday trouble.
Sweet on a shaky plate.
You laugh and pull me closer.
Always a little late.
Your jacket smells like midnight, like leaving the scene too fast.
You swear you're going to change it.
You swear this time it lasts.
Your honey on a rusted knife.
Sugar on a slow cut life.
I know you're going to hurt me twice, but I keep coming, keep coming. Your poison in a crystal glass, pretty as a promise made too fast. I hate the way I love this crash.
But I keep falling.
Keep falling back.
You call me when it's raining.
Say you can't sleep alone.
Your stories sound rehearsed now. Still they pull me from my home.
I trace your faded bruises.
You hide the ones I can't see.
You say I'm all your show.
Why don't I feel that free?
Your honey on a rusted knife.
Sugar on a slow cut life. I know you're going to hurt me twice, but I keep coming.
Keep coming. Your poison in a crystal glass. Pretty as a promise made too fast. I hate the way I love this crash, but I keep falling.
Keep falling back. Every goodbye sounds like a lie.
Every turn feels like a crime.
I draw the line and cross it slow. One more sin at a time. Your honey on a busted knife. Sugar on a slow cut.
I know you're going to hurt me twice, but I keep coming. Keep coming. You're poison in a crystal glass. Pretty as a promise. Made too fast. I hate the way I love this crash.
But I keep falling.
Keep falling back.
Falling back.
I keep falling.
Keep falling back.
Neon signs half dead buzzing like my head.
Stools all turned upside down.
Chairs stacking like my regrets.
One glass fish down on the counter.
Lipstick ghost in the room.
Bartenders counting his singles. Lights dim, eyes dimmer than him.
This is the last call in an empty bar.
talking to the bottles.
Not the stars.
Just me and my shadow stretching way too far.
Singing last call.
in an empty bar.
Clock over there. Stop ticking. 215 forever on the wall.
Jukebox gas then quiet like it hurt it all.
I trace a name in a ring of water.
WATCH IT FADE RIGHT OFF the wood.
FUNNY HOW A promise never holds like we thought it would.
This is the last call in an empty bar.
Talking to the bottles, not the stars.
Just me and my shadow stretching way too far.
Sing a last call in an empty bar.
I asked for one more round. One more time. He just nods and kills the light.
Doors propped by a broken broom.
But I still can't sweep this night.
This is the last call in an empty bar.
talking to the bottles.
M not the stars.
JUST ME AND MY shadow stretching way too far.
Yeah, it's last call in this empty bar.
neon sign flickers, but the chairs are upside down.
Bartenders counting crumpled bills.
I'm the last fool left in town.
One glass, one ghost.
Staring back from the rim.
Clock on the wall keeps lying.
But I still listen to him.
It's a late night story in an empty bar told to nobody under a ceiling scarred.
I pour my sins into this cheap red scar.
A late night story in an empty bar.
Her laugh still lingers and the smoke above that stool.
She walked out with a suitcase smile left me talking to a bar stool.
Jukebox quiet just the ice melting slow every drip another word I was too proud to let her know it's a late night story in an empty bar told a shadows TO THIS TIRED HEART.
I trac her name in these old ring marks.
A late night story in an empty bar.
If the door caks open, I STILL RAISE MY HEAD.
But it's only the wind AND THE NIGHT INSTEAD.
So I tip this glass TO THE MAN I WAS, the man I am.
for the same old cause.
Yeah, it's a late night story in an empty bar spilling over from A CRACKED UP JAR.
If anyone's listening from some place far, remember me in this empty bar.
You say I left you.
I say you close that door.
Same old night in October.
Two coats on the same cold floor.
You remember all my silence.
I remember all your sides.
You call it one long goodbye.
>> I call it one last try.
Same old night, different blues.
You say I ran, I say I stayed and lost you.
You call it hurt, I call it truth.
We're sharing one wor one out memory and two different hues.
Same old night, different blues.
You say you reach for my hand.
I say you let it fall.
You swear you love me steady. I felt you drift down the hall.
You remember our first promise.
I remember your last lie.
You call it just bad timing.
>> I call it watching us dry.
Same old life.
Different blues.
You say you bent, I say I broke for you.
M.
You call it fate.
I call it choose.
We're sharing one faded picture in two clashing views.
Same old night.
Different blues.
>> Maybe we're both wrong.
>> Maybe we're both right.
>> Maybe the truth is crooked >> like the shadow of that light. You were holding on to your hurt. I was holding on to mine.
>> Two hands on the same rough road.
Pulling from different sides.
All same old night.
Different blue.
You say I left. I say I stood beside you.
>> You call it gone.
I call it bruised.
We're sharing one tired story in two lonely rooms.
Same old night.
Different blues.
>> You pour your pain in your glass.
>> I pour my pain in mine.
>> We drank to the same old evening.
>> And remember it two different times.
>> Same old night.
>> Different blues.
Same old night, different blues.
You left your coat on the back of the chair.
Still smells like rain.
Like you might be there.
I talk to the air.
So quiet, so slow.
Say all the things I was scared you'd know.
This was a secret you were never meant to hear.
All of my wanting folding in the years.
If these walls start talking, they'll give me away.
A quiet confession you weren't meant to hear anyway.
Your coffee cup is a ring on the wood.
I trace it again.
more than I should.
I practice the words.
Mouth moving, no sound LIKE YOU'RE IN THE hallway and I might turn around.
This was the secret you were never meant to hear.
All of my wanting folded in the years.
IF THESE WALLS START TALKING, they'll give me away.
A quiet confession you weren't meant to hear anyway.
I loved you louder than I ever let it show.
Buried it deeper than you'll ever know.
If silence is sacred, why does it feel like every soft breath is starting to spill?
This was the secret you were never meant to hear.
All of my wanting folded in the years.
If these walls start talking, THEY'LL GIVE ME AWAY.
A quiet confession you weren't meant to hear anyway.
Crack shoes on the corner.
Steam rising from the grave.
Same song, same four chords, different faces running late.
Coffee in a paper cup, she drops a dime, won't meet my eye.
I thank her too loud, too bright.
Watch her hurry by.
I'm singing for coins in the case.
Nickels and wishes falling in place. But my heart's already somewhere high. Pass these buses, past this sky. I'm singing for coins in the case, but I'm dreaming of a different stage.
Hands no strings bite back. December on my skin.
Kid with a backpack stares like he might know where I've been. OH MAN SAYS KEEP AT IT, SON.
FROZEN, folded bill.
Feel like a door cracked open. I TRY TO hold it still. I'm singing for coins in the case.
Nickels and wishes falling in place, but my heart's already somewhere high. Past these buses, past this sky. I'm singing for coins in the case, but I'm dreaming of a different stage.
Some nights the sidewalks listen. M.
Some nights the city's cold, but every tire chorus polishes my soul.
One day I leave this corner, walking through a painted door.
Hear my name call softly from a darkened floor.
I'm singing for coins in the case.
Nickels and wishes falling in place. But my heart's already somewhere high. Past these buses, past this sky. I'm singing for corines in the case, but I'm dreaming of a different stage.
Last call hanging in the air. Car horns footsteps fading light.
Empty case, empty street, full heart.
One more night.
M.
Train car rattling, windows brown with the rain.
Old map folded like the lines in my face.
Cotton fields crawling past this crooked glass.
Your name in my mouth tastes like the past.
I'm just a southbound shadow man rolling with this broken plan.
Every mile tugs your memory from the clay.
I left my ring in your drawer.
Left my boots on your front porch floor, but my heart you never learned to stay.
Stopped in Jackson for a bit of cup.
Saw your eyes in the door as it opened up.
Just the strangest glance, but it cut me straight through.
Whole room flickered like it once held you.
I'm just a southbound shadow man rolling with this busted plan.
Every mile tugs your memory from the clay.
I left my ring in your old drawer.
Lamb my boots on your front porch floor, but my heart it never learned to stay.
Moon over making lower me went through the cudu whispers things I've seen.
If I turn back on that August night, oh Lord, would your porch light still be my light?
I'm just A SOUTHBOUND SHADOW man talking to this empty land.
Every mile pulls your picture from the grave.
Yeah. Yeah, I left my ring in your old drawer.
Left my boots on your front porch floor.
Now my soul just walks the other way.
I poured you coffee.
You poured me lies.
Now the night knows how a good love dies.
You walked in shining like Sunday's shoes.
Left me standing in yesterday's news.
You drank my laughter, every last drop.
When the bottle was empty, you let it just drop.
AFTER YOU BROKE MY HEART, thought the pieces would bury me deep.
Now I'm laying this hurt on the table.
While you're out there losing sleep, you can keep your sorry stories. I'll keep my name, my soul, my spark. After you broke my heart, I learned to sing in the dark.
You kissed my shoulder, then kissed her hand.
Try to play me like your second band.
But I heard the changes.
Didn't miss a beat.
Packed up my mercy, left it on your seat after you broke my heart.
Thought the pieces would bury me deep.
Now I'm laying this hurt on the table while you're out there losing sleep.
You can keep your crooked promise. I'll keep my name, my soul, my spark. After you broke my heart, I learned to sing in the dark.
I WAS YOUR SOFT PLACE.
NOW I'M MY OWN.
Build me a backbone from every stone you threw at my window trying to get through.
Now that door's closing right on you.
After you broke my heart, I stitch my spirit by hand.
Now I walk like Sunday morning, HEAD HIGH, healed where I stand.
You can chase your faded glory. I'll chase the sun, my own bright mark, after you broke my heart.
I learned to sing in the dark. Oh, after you broke my heart. I learned to shine in the dark.
Last call in this corner.
Bartender's eyes say go, but my glass keeps sweating like it also knows.
Streets still slick from yesterday.
BILL STACKED LIKE BRICK AND STONE.
Every tide face in the window looks a little like my own.
Air straight full of midnights burned down to the bone.
Every bad choice tastes like smoke that just won't leave me alone.
City got a hard hand heavy on my back tonight.
There's tray full of midnights.
I can't turn out the light.
She left in a yellow cap.
Didn't even slam the door.
Just a folded note on a napkin.
Said she can't do this no more.
I keep tracing that crooked line like it's some old railroad track.
EVERY WORD I EVER THREW away got away crawling back.
Hair tray full of midnights burned down to the bone.
EVERY BAD CHOICE TASTES LIKE SMOKE.
THAT JUST WON'T LEAVE me alone.
CITY GOT A HARD hand heavy on my back tonight.
That trade full of midnights.
I can't turn out the light.
If I had one clean morning, I'd wash these years right off my hands.
But the sun feels like a stranger walking through this busty land.
PAST TRAY FULL OF midnights burn down to the bone.
Every bad choice tastes like smoke THAT JUST WON'T leave me alone.
City got a hard hand leaning on my chest so tight.
Ash tray full of midnights.
Guess I'll lose one more night.
Mat.
Hey. Hey.
You left your book on my nightstand.
Folded page where your thumb had been.
Coffee stains on the corner like you laughed then you changed your mind again.
You're still smoking the lake cafe in the coat that you wore in May.
Just a song that the band once played ringing around the room.
You're the seat in the second row where the candle would flicker low.
You're the thing that I never say, but I still make space for you.
Found your note.
A pocket.
One short line and your crooked name how you wrote.
I'll be around.
Funny how you were right that way.
You're still smoking the lake cafe in the coat that you wore in May.
Just a song that the band once played ringing around the room.
You're the seat in the second row where the candle would flicker low.
You're the thing that I never say, but I still make space for you.
M.
Oh.
I lost my job on a Monday.
Phone cut off by Friday night.
Mama's Bible on my table, but my faith was out of sight.
Sat crying in the kitchen.
Hands too tight to pray, just a whisper in the silence.
Child, I'm still here anyway.
After the storm, I still rise.
Tears they face but open eyes.
When my heart is bruised and bare, I feel your mercy in the air.
You held me close through every night.
I cry after the storm.
I still rise.
Doctor said it don't look easy.
Shook his head and walked away.
I walked out into the parking lot.
Didn't know what I should say, but the sky broke through the gray clouds. Ooh, sunlight on my skin.
Heard a quiet voice inside me. Daughter, this is not the end.
After the storm, I still rise.
Tear your same face, but open eyes.
When my hope is wearing thin, you breathe your courage back within.
You held me close through every night I cry.
After the storm, I still rise.
I've been broken. I've been bleeding. Oh Lord. Oh Lord.
>> But you met me on that floor.
Every time I thought it's over, you said I made you for much more.
So I'll sing it through the sorrow. I'll sing it through the pain. Cuz the brave can't steal tomorrow.
When your love calls my name.
After the storm, I still rise from the ashes of my life.
Every valley, every trial, you were walking all the while. You held me close through. Every night I cry.
After the storm.
After the storm.
After the storm.
After the storm.
I still rise.
Oh, I have full glass.
Ice barely moves.
Bartenders wiping old bad news.
Clock on the wall moves like glue.
I talk to the shadow sitting in your booth.
I'm just a lonely man singing to the night crewing to the ceiling fan till they kill the lights.
Every empty chair knows your name by heart.
I'm a lonely man singing to the night.
in this quiet bar.
Jukebox broken.
Same as me.
Door keeps swinging, but you don't breeze.
me on hums low.
Oh my tomb.
Your lipstick ghost still haunts my spoon.
I'm just a lonely man singing to the night crewing to the ceiling fan till they kill the lights.
Every empty chair knows your name by heart.
I'm a lonely man singing to the night in this quiet bar.
If you walked in now, I'd lose my place.
Forget the ride.
Remember your face, but the street stays cold.
Window stays dark.
Only my voice strikeing the spark. I'm just a lonely man singing to the night.
pruning to the ceiling fan till they kill the lights.
Every empty chair knows your name by heart.
I'm a lonely man singing to the night in this quiet bar.
What? We shared a soda on the corner.
You drew hearts on my hand ink.
You said you'd call me in the morning.
I stayed up just to watch my phone blink.
Mama said, "Baby, it gets heavy."
I said, "How hard can it really be?
Your jacket on my bedroom chair still smells like you and that July heat.
First time breaking cuts the deepest.
Feels like the whole sky fell through. I didn't know love had an ending till I watched it. Walking off with you is the first time breaking and my hands are shaking over someone who don't even know.
They were my first real promise and the first to let me go.
Friends keep saying I should hate you, but I just trace your name in dust.
Every picture feels like yesterday.
Every tear feels a little like trust.
First time breaking cuts the deepest.
Feels like the whole sky fell through. I didn't know love had an ending till I watched it. Walking off with you is the first time breaking and my heart keeps making little lists of what I should have known.
You were my first sweet story and the first to leave me alone.
One day I'll smile when I remember how I believe every word you said.
Yeah.
But tonight I'm staring at the ceiling asking how you're fine.
While I'm holding this heavy empty bed.
First time breaking cuts the deepest.
Feels like the whole sky fell through. I didn't know love had an ending.
Till I watched it walking off with you.
It's the first time breaking and my voice is shaking. Singing soft so the hurt won't show.
You were my first forever.
Now you're just someone I used to know.
M
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