[Intro] (yeah) Tap on the glass of a sleepless town (yeah) Streetlights bleed then they all fall down (down) Whistle in the dark like a ghost in flight Tongue clicks trace out the shape of the night (night) [Verse 1] Eyes on the ceiling, city in my chest (chest) Laugh at the void like it’s all a test (hah) Ash on the page, let the words combust Smile at the cracks in the neon rust (rust) Fiction on the phone that I never call back (back) Truth in the smoke of the subway track (track) Heart like a joke that I overuse Punchline lost in the late-night news (news) [Pre-Chorus] I don’t really care if the stars burn out (burn out) They were never mine, what’s that about? (about) Sip on the dark till the sky turns thin Every little scar is a violin (violin) [Chorus] So I whistle past the grave of the weekday grind (grind) Beatbox thunder in the back of my mind (my mind) If the world won’t bend, let the night reshape me (me) Laugh at the edge while the void remakes me (me) So I skate on the cracks of a one-way street (street) Nihil little grin with a half-time beat (beat) When it all caves in and the clocks misfire (fire) I’ll be dancing in the dark with a deadpan choir (choir) [Verse 2] Bills in a stack like a concrete wall (wall) Dreams in a tab I’ll forget to call (call) Scroll through flames, call it timeline art Every little spark just avoids my heart (heart) Laugh it off, yeah, the joke’s on me (me) Halo crooked like a burned CD (CD) God in the glitch of a subway screen (screen) Pray to the static and the in-between (between) [Pre-Chorus] I don’t really care if the sun clocks out (clocks out) Moon’s on shift with a paper route (route) Drop these thoughts like cigarette ash Watch them glow, then fade to black (black) [Chorus] So I whistle past the grave of the weekday grind (grind) Beatbox thunder in the back of my mind (my mind) If the world won’t bend, let the night reshape me (me) Laugh at the edge while the void remakes me (me) So I skate on the cracks of a one-way street (street) Nihil little grin with a half-time beat (beat) When it all caves in and the clocks misfire (fire) I’ll be dancing in the dark with a deadpan choir (choir) [Bridge] Hands in my pockets, pockets full of doubt (doubt) Flip each coin just to hear the sound (sound) Heads it’s pain, tails it’s pain in disguise Either way I win with a roll of the eyes (eyes) Throw my shadow on a crooked wall (wall) Watch it climb while I barely crawl (crawl) If nothing matters, then I’m set free From everything they ever sold to me (me) [Break] (yeah) Beat in the chest like a subway train (train) Click of the tongue in a hurricane (cane) Whistle like a fuse in a midnight wire (wire) Deadpan soul in a slow-burn fire (fire) [Final Chorus] So I whistle past the grave of the weekday grind (grind) Beatbox thunder in the back of my mind (my mind) If the world won’t bend, let the night reshape me (me) Laugh at the edge while the void remakes me (me) Let it all cave in, let the clocks misfire (fire) I’ll be dancing in the dark with a deadpan choir (choir) If this life’s a joke, let the punchline slip (slip) I’ll be humming in the smoke with a crooked lip (lip) [Outro] (yeah) Soft little whistle on a midnight rail (rail) Footsteps fade as the streetlights pale (pale) Beatbox heart with a hollow grin (grin) Fade to black while the night breathes in (in)
