Left my keys on the counter like I’d be right back Said I needed cigarettes, truth is I cracked Streetlight flicker tapping time on my shame Every step from the house was stepping out of my name Your echo still lives in my wrinkled clothes Your perfume fighting bourbon through my pores I talk big like I’m built outta stone But the truth is, baby, I don’t dance well alone I wear my mouth like a loaded gun Say things I don’t mean when the dark comes on You see right through the smoke I blow That’s why I run — yeah, that’s what I know ’Cause I’m my own late‑night alibi Smooth talk sinner in a borrowed lie I mess it up, then I play it cool Like heartbreak ain’t my favorite rule I leave before the truth gets loud Call it freedom, but it ain’t that proud Baby, I’m my own late‑night alibi Sleep don’t come easy in a borrowed bed Your tears got rhythm, banging in my head Every woman here got a hungry stare But none of ‘em see me, they just want the flair I swear I’m trying to be a better man But I shake when the real thing’s in my hands I joke, I flirt, I disappear Like love’s a punchline I don’t wanna hear You said, “Boy, you twist every truth you touch” I laughed it off, but damn, you cut me rough I don’t cheat ’cause I wanna be cruel I cheat ’cause staying feels like going to school Yeah, I’m my own late‑night alibi Dressed up fears in a tailored lie I break your heart, then I miss your tone Like pain don’t follow me back home I swear I’ll change when the clock runs dry But the night always takes my side Baby, I’m my own late‑night alibi If loving me feels like a slow‑burn crime Just know I’m serving every bit of time I don’t smell like mystery, I smell like blame Like every “not tonight” I never named I saw your face in a diner glass You looked stronger, I looked past If I’m the storm you learned to ride Then I’m the fool who ran from the tide (Uh— yeah…) Tell me where I go when I can’t outrun me ’Cause I’m my own late‑night alibi Can’t keep love straight, keep asking why I talk slick, but I shake inside When you want truth, I wanna hide If I knock on your door at dawn No suit, no lines, no record on Baby, I’ll drop my late‑night alibi Keys still cold in my open hand I finally get what you couldn’t stand No more stories, no last‑call cry Just a man with no alibi © Ravion-Jalix - 2026
