Verse 1 There’s a package by my door tonight No name. No return address. Just a postcard that says “Nowhere.” And yeah… I know it’s from you. See, we grew up on cracked concrete dreams, Sirens singing us lullabies at seventeen. You said, “One day I’m gone I’ll vanish clean.” I laughed it off… Didn’t know what you’d mean. Sunday mornings used to smell like regret, Cheap coffee, unpaid rent, cigarette sweat. You talked about freedom like it’s something you get When you run fast enough to outrun your debt. But you can’t outrun pain. You can’t outrun truth. You can’t outrun the mirror staring back at you. And now that box just stands there quiet Like it knows something I don’t wanna go through. Yeah… it knows. Hook (Repetitive, Catchy) You’re somewhere — lost in your nowhere Still running from what could heal you The mirror you stare into calls you a liar But deep down you know you belong here And I keep thinking you don’t remember anymore Anymore… Anymore… Verse 2 You always talked about disappearing — No goodbye. No forwarding. No one hearing. On a Sunday morning I knew for sure — You were somewhere in your nowhere. And you weren’t coming home anymore. See, the block still echoes your name at night, Streetlights flicker like they scared of the light. We were kings of a world that was too damn tight — Two boys swinging at shadows, ready to fight. But some fights ain’t outside. Some wars live within. Some demons don’t lose — They just slowly win. That package, no name and no sender, Still standing by my door like a silent defender. And I swear every time that I walk past — My chest gets heavy. My breath don’t last. (pause) Man… I’m afraid to open it. Hook You’re somewhere — lost in your nowhere Still running from what could heal you The mirror you stare into calls you a liar But deep down you know you belong here And I keep thinking you don’t remember anymore Anymore… Bridge (Beat reduziert, nur Bass & Snare) Your running was nothing I was prepared for Not what I found the next day on that cold floor And I knew right then — You weren’t coming back. Not coming back. Now this package stands by my door No name, no return — but I know it’s yours And I’m scared of what’s inside… ’Cause sometimes truth Hits harder than fists. Hook – Variation (mehr Druck) You’re somewhere — lost in your nowhere No mirror calls you a liar now You’re not running from yourself anymore But I know one thing for sure — You’re not coming back. Never coming back. Final Verse (Outro – ruhiger Flow, fast gesprochen) I wish I wasn’t here — But here I stand. In front of what’s left of you and that man You used to be before the weight got heavy, Before the jokes stopped being funny. Telling myself I’m fine — I’m okay. But I hear you whisper… “liar.” And inside? Yeah. I know it’s true. You’re not here anymore. You’re gone into your nowhere. And that package? It’s still unopened By my door.
