Woke up on a floor with the fan spinning lies Sweat on my shirt and a dream in disguise Quarter in my pocket and the bus long gone Still dancing to silence like it’s my own song Crumpled flyers for jobs I won’t get Drinking sunlight, haven’t drowned in it yet The sky feels like velvet dipped in gold Even broke, this heat can't make me fold I talk to pigeons like they’re saints Wash my hope in soda stains Even when the days melt slow I plant my smile where weeds still grow I got no cash, no plan, no shade Just sunburn dreams and a lemonade fade But I’m still here, still humming tunes Making heaven out of motel rooms Neon diner sign flickers my name Order water, pretend it tastes like champagne I laugh with ghosts who sit in booths They toast to lies, I sip on truth You ever stare at the sun just to feel seen? Like maybe it’s looking back, like maybe it believes in you too I build a temple out of time Patch the roof with borrowed rhymes Even when the nights fall cold I wear my hope like liquid gold I got no cash, no plan, no shade Just sunburn dreams and a lemonade fade But I’m still here, still humming tunes Making heaven out of motel rooms Yeah I’m still here, yeah I still bloom With a prayer, a laugh, and a busted monsoon So here’s to the broke, the brave, the burnt Who keep their faith where the summers hurt No silver spoons, just rusty moons But baby, we still sing in tune
