*(Hook)* Every ghost I ever wrote is still living in my chest Hometown light, bartender pour, a mother’s unsteady rest Young blood drowning, two voices at war A little heat, a little land, a future at the door I’m the catalog. I’m the man in the seam I’m the observer who still dares to dream *(Verse 1)* Porch light buzzing on a street I can’t outrun There’s a girl in the rain I turned into a song Hey bartender, pour it like you know my name I didn’t come for peace, I came to outrun shame Bandaid pills for a bullet I won’t claim Little mercy dressed up like it came to save Hello momma, I ain’t steady like you prayed I still hear your kitchen when the dark gets brave *(Pre-Chorus)* Don’t do it. You know how this ends You already crossed it, don’t act brand new I hear you both. My chest is a riot Then leave. Then light it *(Chorus)* Every ghost I ever wrote is still living in my chest Hometown light, bartender pour, a mother’s unsteady rest Young blood drowning, two voices at war A little heat, a little land, a future at the door I’m the catalog. I’m the man in the seam I’m the observer who still dares to dream *(Verse 2)* You’re so naive, you see what they want you to see Young and pretty, easy to believe They dress it up, you eat it whole Call it freedom, call it soul You got tricked, and now they love it They watch you break and they call it content Those creeps don’t love you, they feed off you Learn from the wreck while you still can Don’t drown just to let them live *(Pre-Chorus)* One says mercy. One says colder Every choice is a loaded gun on both my shoulders Tell me which one I should believe When both of them sound a lot like me *(Chorus)* Every ghost I ever wrote is still living in my chest Hometown light, bartender pour, a mother’s unsteady rest Young blood drowning, two voices at war A little heat, a little land, a future at the door I’m the catalog. I’m the man in the seam I’m the observer who still dares to dream *(Verse 3)* Then there’s a night that ain’t about the war Pepper on the pizza, laughing on the floor Proof I ain’t only made of scars Just one room where I’m allowed to be a man I’m mixed earth and old American bone Brothers in the dust, roads I still call home I watch the engine turn, I write what I see I don’t kneel to a story that wasn’t built for me *(Bridge)* On the horizon, the future don’t knock It slides in quiet while the cities lock Everybody scrolling while the floor drops out I been an observer with an uncovered eye If the machine wants a servant, it can wait I feel too much. That’s the curse and the craft I take the world’s noise and I cut it in half One half becomes a song, one half becomes a stone I carry both so I don’t come unsewn *(Final Chorus)* Every ghost I ever wrote is still living in my chest Hometown light, bartender pour, a mother’s unsteady rest Young blood drowning, two voices at war A little heat, a little land, a future at the door I’m the catalog. I’m the man in the seam I’m the observer who still dares to dream *(Outro)* It ain’t clean. It ain’t fair It’s every pour, every pill, every vow still there I’m still walking. Still not over Still a living man. Still a soldier Still writing till the argument’s over
