[Intro] I kept the matchbook from the night you left Four cheap flames and a name I never said The porch boards knew the weight of every step I learned to breathe where you had held your breath [Verse 1] You drew a map on the back of a receipt Northbound promises, a dead-end street I watched the ink run out beneath the rain Still wore your number like a paper chain The kitchen clock was missing seven minutes Your coffee cooled, the silence stayed in it I took the long way past the county line And left your borrowed coat behind [Pre-Chorus] If I go down, I go down awake No more bargains with the shape you made [Chorus] Cut the cord, let the whole room shake I am more than the wreck you left to name Turn the fear into a furnace flame When the walls come down, I rise again [Verse 2 - Rap] I got a bus ticket folded in the lining Two missed calls and a head full of sirens You wanted proof, I brought back timing Every locked door taught me better climbing No halo, no rescue, no polished confession I count every bruise as a live-wire lesson Your version of me was a room with no exits I kicked through the frame, now I write my own sentence You can keep the keys and the photographs Keep the little white lies in the aftermath I took my pulse back, put steel in the syllables Now every word hits hard, clean, and physical [Pre-Chorus] If I go down, I go down awake No more bargains with the shape you made [Chorus] Cut the cord, let the whole room shake I am more than the wreck you left to name Turn the fear into a furnace flame When the walls come down, I rise again [Bridge] I hear the old floor creak beneath me But it cannot hold what I will be Say my name, let the signal break I am wide awake [Breakdown] No more—[stutter] no more—[stutter] no more chains Burn the blueprint, flood the frame No more—[stutter] no more—[stutter] no more shame Watch me turn the loss into a name [Final Chorus] Cut the cord, let the whole room shake I am more than the wreck you left to name Turn the fear into a furnace flame When the walls come down, I rise again [Outro] The matchbook’s empty, but the morning stays I walk out carrying my own name
