[Intro] [Break] [Verse 1] The jukebox coughs out broken prayer, I sip on silence, it fogs the air. Philosophy sleeps in a cracked TV, no one keeps company with a loner like me. [Verse 2] The moon is a landlord, it wants my rent, I pay in regrets that were poorly spent. Love is a sermon that charges a fee, but the pews stay empty for a loner like me. [Chorus] A loner like me, with a pocket of rain, dancing with shadows, rehearsing the pain. The world writes its songs in a major key, but it won’t waste a chorus on a loner like me. [Interlude] [Chorus] A loner like me, with a suitcase of lies, sleeping with ghosts under flickering skies. Even angels get bored of eternity, so they pass on their sorrow to a loner like me. [Drop] [Solo] [Bridge] I stitched up my heart with carnival thread, the stitches unravel, they wake up the dead. Possession’s a preacher with rust in his teeth, selling me heavens but stealing beneath. [Final Chorus] A loner like me, just a shadow in rhyme, counting the cracks in the calendar’s time. The world builds its fevers in sweet symphony, but it leaves all the silence to a loner like me. [Outro] [End]
