[Intro] Funny thing about symbols… Leave them on your skin long enough… They stop belonging to the people who made them. ⸻ [Verse 1] I got paid to wear a story someone else had learned to sell. Wrapped it like a shiny promise, wore it far too long to tell. Then I bent it into playtime. Made a coin no one could own. Plumber reaching for tomorrow… Funny how a mark has grown. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Years don’t ask permission. Meaning changes anyway. ⸻ [Chorus] Yesterday the sky remembered. Smoke turned daylight rust and gold. One more building closed behind me. One more chapter let me go. Funny… The logo disappeared. The company disappeared. But the sun stayed. I think… I stole it back. ⸻ [Verse 2] Boxes stacked like quiet mountains. Shelves forgot what they once knew. Every footprint in that concrete slowly faded out of view. Then a forest sent an echo. “Come help build another fire.” Not forever. Just enough to feed a different kind of desire. ⸻ [Bridge] Not every circle is a prison. Some are seasons. Some are wheels. Coins keep moving. Suns keep rising. Meaning changes when it heals. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Keep the tattoo. Lose the advertisement. Keep the sunset. Lose the smoke. Keep the people. Lose the building. Keep the questions. Lose the rope. If tomorrow draws another circle… I don’t have to know its name. I’ll just smile… Reach for the next coin… And play the next level.
