Wake up hard Taste copper on your tongue Half the room is missing The other half wont stay still Nobody tells you What morning sounds like When your own name Doesnt feel Like yours You wake up With a hole in yesterday Not a metaphor Just another piece You cant explain The mirror keeps score Without saying a word Blood on your sleeve A key in your pocket To a door You dont remember Somebody left The television talking Like the whole damn country Still knows What its doing You steady yourself Against the wall Like youve learned Every way to fall Theres a pulse in the pipes A hum in the floor Nothing sounds like mercy Anymore Were out of control Trying to pass for fine Hands full of smoke Old receipts And borrowed time Were not the polished ones Were the ones Still showing up Too tired to be holy Too stubborn To shut up Same shirt Same stare Sleep was just another room With the lock changed They call you Queen of the wreckage Like destruction Should come with a crown You walk through your home Like someone elses ghost Past the empty chair Past the dead plant Past the letter You never finished Because some truths Take too long To read The city keeps Its distance Sirens dissolve Into afternoon And for a second You almost believe You were built To survive This kind of ruin Were out of control Trying to pass for fine Hands full of smoke Old receipts And borrowed time Were not the polished ones Were the ones Still showing up Too tired to be holy Too stubborn To shut up If we knew what was wrong Would we fix it Or just give it a name? We keep chasing the noise Because silence Sounds too much Like the end There is no clean version Of what happened here No noble wound No perfect scar Just a cheap lamp A bad decision And the long road back To who you are Keep one hand On the wheel Keep the chaos In the back Learn to live Inside the wreckage Without letting it Choose the track Were out of control Maybe thats the truth Building little kingdoms Out of damage And lost youth Were not the polished ones Were the ones Still showing up Too tired to be holy Too stubborn To shut up If we knew what was wrong Maybe wed still Call it by name But tonight We keep moving Through the smaoke Through the noise Through the same Out of control Still here Thats enough For tonight Morning comes back plain Coffee Keys The same old room You carry yesterday Inside you But it doesnt Carry you
