Streetlights bled across the empty road I drove the long way carrying every load Names I buried rose up in the rearview glass Every promise broken, every bridge I passed Cold receipts kept folding in my hands Faces I trusted now just shifting sand The quiet grew heavy, the miles stretched wide All the ways they left me on the other side This house don’t sleep This house don’t blink It holds the cold receipts of every cut and every link Raise your glass to what the mirror shows Count the scars that nobody else knows This house won’t fold This house won’t pray It just remembers what they took away Rain fell steady like the words they never said Trains kept moving while I replayed it in my head Loose papers scattered with the stories I survived Every quiet betrayal I kept locked inside The night unfolded every debt I owned All the times I stood there fully alone Hope arrived quiet, wearing thinner skin Turned around slow and left me where I’d been First light broke but offered no release Same old weight still sitting on my chest New day opened with the same old taste Another chapter written in their waste I keep the ledger no one else can see Every name, every exit, every key The road keeps calling but I already know This house is waiting when the daylight goes This house don’t sleep This house don’t blink It holds the cold receipts of every cut and every link Raise your glass to what the mirror shows Count the scars that nobody else knows This house won’t fold This house won’t pray It just remembers what they took away © 2026 Stace — @ar_oldsoul | All Rights Reserved
