Eleven forty three Your name still glowing on my screen I watch the city fracture in the window next to me Streetlights divide my reflection into frames For half a second every one still wears your name They call the stop I always take I don't move. One stop two stops three— I know exactly where I am So why does going home tonight feel like choosing who I am? Last train, no destination Carry me past where I should be Every window keeps replacing someone I don't wanna see No grand goodbye No revelation Just your shadow leaving mine Last train, no destination— There's a cup rolling circles down the floor It reaches me then disappears once more Funny how something small can understand You don't always need a reason not to land My reflection looks exhausted She keeps staring like she knows Maybe staying here in motion is my way of letting go I thought leaving would sound louder. Something breaking. Something final. Something worthy of remembering. But you just said, "Take care." And I said, "You too." That's all. That's all we had left to ruin. Last train, no destination I think I've ridden far enough Every window kept replacing what I couldn't give up No perfect words No explanation Maybe endings don't arrive They pass quietly beside you while you're busy staying alive So when the next stop finds me I won't ask where this road ends I know this isn't home yet. But I think I'll get off here.
