[Intro] [static, lighter flick, exhale] [spoken, flat] 9:06... Same time... Same pipe... Same lie that this is the last one... [Verse 1] [hollow, depleted] 9:06 on the stove clock (clock clock) Crack smoke on the paperback (back) Glass pipe, little lightning line (line) Running through my faded black (black black) Blue jacket on the kitchen chair (chair) Number 22, frayed at the seam (seam) You're scratching at some rerun skin (skin) I'm chasing a chemical dream (dream dream dream) Seventeen I turned back (back) Left my heart on the armrest (rest) Left your note in the trash (trash) Now I'm smoking what's left of the rest (rest rest) [Pre-Chorus] [building, but building to nothing] Cracked pipe (pipe) Cracked life (life) Same booth (booth) Same bad night (night night) [Chorus] [empty, no triumph, just stating facts] Blue jackets, crack rock coffee (coffee) Twenty-two times I tried to leave (leave) Same seat, same glass pipe watching me (me) Blue jackets, black nothing (nothing) Seventeen ways this could've been clean (clean) But I just add one more to the heap (heap) One more to the heap (heap heap heap) [Verse 2] [darker, more desperate] You fold baggies into little white flags (flags) Never wave 'em, just empty sideways (ways) My name written on a dealer's phone (phone) Spelled wrong, feels right on the bad days (days days) We trade stories like we're trading rocks (rocks) Bent spoons, jokes we don't quite finish (nish) You say luck is a crooked cop (cop) Still smoke it at the same old image (mage mage mage) Window hums with the sirens' glow (glow) Your veins don't match and you don't care (care) Half a life crumbled on the note (note) Stuck crooked on the fridge door there (there there) [Pre-Chorus] [sinking] Cracked mug (mug) Cracked us (us) Same rock (rock) Same dust (dust dust) [Chorus] [emptier, more depleted] Blue jackets, crack rock coffee (coffee) Twenty-two hits I tried to breathe (breathe) Same seat, same chipped teeth watching me (me) Blue jackets, black coffee (coffee) Seventeen ways to fade from my life (life) But I'll be back here counting my grief (grief) Counting my grief (grief grief grief) [Bridge] [stripped, no hope, just observation] How many sips till the talk runs dry? (dry) How many pipes till we call it time? (time) We circle the rim (rim) Scared to quit right (right) Scared it works (works) Scared it might (might) How many tries till the table stops spinning? (spinning) How many lies till the losing feels like winning? (winning) It never does (does) It never will (will) Same blue jacket (jacket) Same cheap thrill (thrill thrill thrill) [spoken, dead] We could fix the pipe... We could mend the seam... But I like things cracked... Like the edges of a life that used to dream... [Verse 3] [final descent, no return] You say you'll leave when the rock runs dry (dry) But you re-up and stay instead (stead) Two chairs pulled like a front-row set (set) To a movie playing in our dead (dead dead dead) Heads (heads) Dead heads (heads) Blue jackets (jackets) Same bad habits (habits) I stay (stay) You vanish (vanish) Then I vanish too (too too too) [Final Chorus] [maximum depletion, stating the obvious without emotion] Blue jackets, crack rock coffee (coffee) Twenty-two times I tried to leave (leave) Same seat, same glass pipe watching me (me) Blue jackets, black nothing (nothing) Seventeen ways this could've been clean (clean) But clean was never really for me (me) Blue chairs (chairs) Blue jackets (jackets) Same booth (booth) Same bad habits (habits) Twenty-two shots at getting this right (right) Zero ways to crawl from the night (night) I stay (stay) You vanish (vanish) I stay (stay) Till I vanish (vanish vanish vanish) [Outro] [fading to static and lighter flick] [spoken, acceptance without peace] 9:06... Same time... Same pipe... Same lie... See you tomorrow... If there is one... Blue jacket on the chair... Where you used to sit... Cracked pipe on the table... That's it... That's all of it... That's everything... [lighter flick] [exhale] [silence that doesn't heal] [END]
