Intro Streetlight pours like honey on the floor A soft heartbeat hums just outside the door You tuck your reasons where the dark won’t go Watch the smoke paint pictures in the low-lit glow This city’s lullaby won’t teach you how to fly Verse 1 At dusk in your world, the shadows start to call You take another drag and feel yourself fall An autumn tired and thin stays on the stairs Like a breath that slipped and never found the air You dig for one old tear you couldn’t keep Fold it in a book where all your secrets sleep On a crooked shelf a photo’s fading fast Of a night that bled its colors into past Hook Last puff, last call — we keep circling the flame Hold tight to what was lost but never named We spill small confessions down a crooked line Trade our brighter mornings for a little more time Hands stained with memories we can’t wash clean We toast the empty seats and the things we didn’t mean One more drag, one more night — let the hurt sit thin Blow the room out slow and let the groove pull you in Post-hook vocalise + instrumental (short) Mmmmmmm, naaaah (Matching rhythm to groove; backing vocal lead sustains "Mmmmmmm" then slides into rhythmic "naaaah"; allow muted wah‑wah guitar & trumpet fills) Verse 1 — continuation Now the streetlight hums, the vinyl’s slow and low You sway to a groove only you seem to know Leaves scrape the gutters, whisper to the night You count the moments that just never felt right You finger edges of a paper-thin regret Slide it back where you won’t quite forget A cigarette ember tracing the window glass City keeps spinning while the hours pass Verse 2 You read out loud, cognac warm inside your hand Bottle up the ghosts like they might understand Maybe spring will come — or maybe it won’t, who knows? You pull one final drag — watch how the smoke goes You laugh at promises you swore you’d keep Then fold the laugh and lay it where the lonely things sleep Glass sweats on the table, neon thin and mean The room holds a silence that’s been wearing thin Hook (repeat) Last puff, last call — we keep circling the flame Hold tight to what was lost but never named We spill small confessions down a crooked line Trade our brighter mornings for a little more time Hands stained with memories we can’t wash clean We toast the empty seats and the things we didn’t mean One more drag, one more night — let the hurt sit thin Blow the room out slow and let the groove pull you in Post-hook vocalise + instrumental (short) Mmmmmmm, naaaah (Matching rhythm to groove; backing vocal lead sustains "Mmmmmmm" then slides into rhythmic "naaaah"; allow muted wah‑wah guitar & trumpet fills) Verse 2 — continuation Maybe morning steals whatever’s left inside your eyes Maybe the forecasts lie for all our tricky goodbyes You roll another story ’round the corner of your tongue Sing to the smoke like it’s the only one You fold up nights like maps you’ll never use Slide ’em back in drawers where old saints lose A clock ticks lazy, like a soft bass line You tap the measure, count it out one time at a time Bridge (instrumental — wah-wah guitar solo) (24–28 measures: wah-wah melodic solo over pad/808 groove; trumpet hits on 2 & 4; call‑and‑response with muted guitar) Hook (final repeat) Last puff, last call — we keep circling the flame Hold tight to what was lost but never named We spill small confessions down a crooked line Trade our brighter mornings for a little more time Hands stained with memories we can’t wash clean We toast the empty seats and the things we didn’t mean One more drag, one more night — let the hurt sit thin Blow the room out slow and let the groove pull you in Post-hook vocalise + instrumental (short) Mmmmmmm, naaaah (Matching rhythm to groove; backing vocal lead sustains "Mmmmmmm" then slides into rhythmic "naaaah"; allow muted wah‑wah guitar & trumpet fills) Outro The needle lifts and cracks the sleeping sound Warm room hums where some small truth is found Fold the smoke away, lay down the story last Maybe tomorrow won’t remember how we passed Night keeps its secret — let the record spin you in
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