[Verse 1] The rain whispers down like confession, each drop another bullet from the sky. Streetlights bleed in puddles of regret, and I’m still breathing—though I stopped living long ago. Ashtray heart, cigarette halo, watching the smoke curl like a ghost that forgot my name. [Chorus] No one’s coming, not tonight, not ever. The city sleeps while I decay in its arms. If they find me, it’ll be by the stench, not the sorrow— I’m just waiting for the flies, to tell the world I’m gone. [Verse 2] There’s a clock on the wall, but it’s been lying for years. Time doesn’t move here—it festers. The phone hums with static instead of voices, and I swear the shadows whisper louder than the living. Even the flies know my schedule now. [Chorus] No one’s coming, not tonight, not ever. The city sleeps while I decay in its arms. If they find me, it’ll be by the stench, not the sorrow— I’m just waiting for the flies, to tell the world I’m gone. [Bridge] Every heartbeat’s a bad habit, every breath a broken promise. I’m not waiting to die, I’m just waiting to be noticed. [Outro] And when the door finally opens, it won’t be heaven, just housekeeping. A mop, a mask, a moment’s disgust— and then silence again. Because nobody gives a damn, until the smell gets out.
