歌詞

Coins that don’t even ring in my wallet Fluorescent lights, three a.m. Lying back on cracked asphalt Spitting out, “I can still do this.” Flicking a cigarette butt away The night feels slightly lighter In a live house with no applause I breathed in smoke instead A rusted doorknob that won’t turn My mood like discount wrapping paper Everything feels too light Slipping through my fingers Laughter sounds paper-thin But inside my chest it weighs a ton Shoving what’s left of a wish Deep into my pocket Wearing the same face tomorrow Just standing there Flat cola, lukewarm fizz The last train’s long gone Dragging soaked sneakers home Promises already torn Looking into the mirror I can’t say “I mean it” Only the broken amp’s howling Sounded honest tonight Emotions with price tags on them No one ever peels them off Still I step on to the stage Without knowing why Everything feels too light Yet I keep sinking A night no one else knows Ringing at the back of my throat I don’t need applause I don’t need lights Just this sound right here Still echoing