[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Alarm clock screams, another day rewinds,
Same dirty jeans, same fractured state of mind.
The clock hands laugh as I c***e on routine,
These four walls shrinkāIām a ghost in the machine.
Caffeine and chaos, my pathetic parade,
I scribble my dreams on receipts never saved.
The mirrorās a liar, says Iām one mistake tall,
But Iāll scream through the silence ātil the cracks in me crawl.
[Chorus]
Iām screaming at the static, begging for a spark,
A matchstick heart in a world thatās too dark.
If loveās a w*r zone, Iām the last broken flag,
Alive in the wreckage, but dying where I stand!
[Verse 2]
D**d-end job, neon buzz and expired pride,
Missed every exit with my shame as the guide.
Gas station wine and a mixtape of regrets,
Iām a punchline dressed in āgood enoughā silhouettes.
Texts left on read, my loveās a cheap disguise,
Iām a flicker in the crowd, just static in your eyes.
But Iāll c***h through the noise, though Iām half-d**d inside,
āCause even us losers need somebody to lie.
[Chorus]
Iām screaming at the static, begging for a spark,
A matchstick heart in a world thatās too dark.
If loveās a w*r zone, Iām the last broken flag,
Alive in the wreckage, but dying where I stand!
[Bridge]
Yeah, Iām a wreck with a heartbeat,
A joke that nobody needs.
But Iāll stitch my hope to this kerosene dream,
āCause the flame in my chest wonāt quit bleeding for meaning.
[Outro]
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