(Verse 1) The jukebox plays the same old tune, Static crackles in the afternoon. I wear my silence like a second skin, Another ghost where the lights are dim. (Pre-Chorus) I could paint the walls with all the words I choke, But the colors run when I try to joke. (Chorus) I’m the punchline nobody gets, A crossword clue with no context. Laughing at the wrong damn time, Holding conversations like they’re crimes. Yeah, I’m the joke that’s lost its sound, Just a shadow in a crowded town. (Verse 2) The phone don’t ring, the door don’t shake, Just the hum of my dumb mistakes. I write my name in the dust on the pane, Watch it fade with the summer rain (Bridge) Maybe the stars ain’t meant to shine, Maybe the fault’s in the wiring inside. But I keep the dial on the same old station, Waiting for a better translation. (Chorus) I’m the punchline nobody gets, A crossword clue with no context. Laughing at the wrong damn time, Holding conversations like they’re crimes. Yeah, I’m the joke that’s lost its sound, Just a shadow in a crowded town. (Outro) So here’s to the ones who never fit, Who bite their tongue and swallow it. Here’s to the silence loud as hell, Here’s to the ones who know it well.
