Another morning, the mailbox is full Thick white envelopes pulling the wool Over my eyes, over my chest Can’t catch a breath, can’t get no rest The telephone rings, an unknown name Another collector playing the game I stare at the ceiling, I stare at the floor Wondering when they’ll be knocking the door. [Chorus] Oh, the numbers keep climbing, the shadows grow tall Back to the corner, back to the wall Drowning in paper, drowning in red With the ghosts of the past hanging over my head But I’m drawing a line in the dirt today Gonna face down the storm, gonna find a new way Yeah, the debt’s gonna break, but it won’t break me. [Verse 2] Summons and claims, dates on the screen The heaviest paper that I’ve ever seen Judgments and letters, they speak in a code A heavy damn toll on a broken down road They’re chasing my shadow, they’re tracking my track With the weight of the world sitting right on my back But hiding away never settled the score I’m not running away from the truth anymore. [Pre-Chorus] So I’m writing it down, every penny and dime Every mistake, every moment in time Getting it out of my head and my soul Taking the wheel, taking control. [Chorus] Oh, the numbers keep climbing, the shadows grow tall Back to the corner, back to the wall Drowning in paper, drowning in red With the ghosts of the past hanging over my head But I’m drawing a line in the dirt today Gonna face down the storm, gonna find a new way Yeah, the debt’s gonna break, but it won’t break me. [Bridge] [Tempo increases, heavy guitar kicks in] It’s just math on a page! It’s just ink on a sheet! It’s a mountain to climb, not a final defeat! I’m building a plan from the rubble and dust Rebuilding my life, rebuilding my trust! [Guitar Solo - Bluesy and intense] [Chorus] Oh, the numbers keep climbing, the shadows grow tall Back to the corner, back to the wall Drowning in paper, drowning in red With the ghosts of the past hanging over my head But I’m drawing a line in the dirt today Gonna face down the storm, gonna find a new way Yeah, the debt’s gonna break, but it won’t break me. [Outro] [Music slows down, acoustic guitar only] Writing it down. Getting it out. Clearing the fear. Clearing the doubt. The reset begins… right here. [Fade out]
