[Intro] Streetlight buzz like it know my side, Cicadas thrum where excuses died. Concrete sweating, don’t blink, don’t move, Whole damn block seen what you never proved. [Verse 1] You talked about love like it was a trick, Words all polished, timing slick. Said “that’s how it starts,” cute lines rehearsed, But you played with meaning like it couldn’t hurt. You knew the language, you knew the sound, But you never let feeling touch the ground. [Pre-Chorus] You speak so clean, so well-aligned, But the streetlight don’t confuse words with spine. [Chorus] This a streetlight confessional, no disguise, Just truth that don’t flatter lies. You say you love, then step back safe, Call distance wisdom, call fear grace. If love was more than words you send, You would’ve met me where it ends. [Verse 2] You’re good at takin’, good at use, Good at borrowin’ other people’s proof. Six months free, never said thanks, Never checked what it cost to be banked. You say you “follow love,” wait for solid ground, But you ripped the letters up and walked out sound. [Pre-Chorus] You say you don’t move till it’s safe to fall, But love don’t grow behind a wall. [Chorus] This a streetlight confessional, slow and sharp, No halo glow, no soft restart. You never told me anything kind, Just definitions you went and signed. If love’s a thing you claim out loud, Why’d it disappear when it asked for now? [Bridge – near spoken, trumpet exposed] You never actually said it, you know. Not once where it mattered most. Maybe you’re scared, maybe that’s true, Maybe being felt feels dangerous to you. You wanted my fire, not my name, My gravity, not the flame. [Break – trumpet solo] (Trumpet bends hard, stumbles, then steadies — accusation turning into resolve) [Final Chorus] This a streetlight confessional, ledger clear, I checked the weight — I was here. I stayed, I spoke, I tried to feel, You kept it conceptual, kept it unreal. If love is more than a word you throw, It shows up where it’s hardest to go. [Outro] Streetlight thrum fade into dawn, City keeps movin’ — I moved on.
