original song
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Cheap champagne, paper streamers, I played the good hostess in a house full of tears. Swallowed the truth till it burned going down,Ignored the fault lines that grew without sound. You said, “It’s all in your head,” with that sugar-laced grin,Twisting the story to stay in your spin.But a whisper of fury’s a vow I’ll
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It’s 3 A.M. and the fridge is humming,I’m not twenty-three, but the past keeps coming.Calculator running inside my head:Five years of “us,” eight years of “dead.”The numbers don’t lie, they just draw a line;This resentment’s the one thing still mine.My friends are all tired of hearing my side,They say, “Let it go, let the past
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You taught me to smile like a switchblade in sheath,Say “bless your heart” through the grit of my teeth.Walk through a fire while lighting a cigarette,Win every fight I haven’t lost yet.You measured my spine ’til it learned to stay straight,Taught me the formula — love into hate.Told me to treat my own kindness like
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Another Saturday night spent baptizing our problems in fluorescent light.The coffee’s a sermon on burning out slow.The jukebox is screaming a hymn for the broke,and we’re just disciples of nowhere to go.And the sugar rush hits like a cheap revelation,we’re praying for something to break the stagnation.Oh, this ain’t a breakdown, it’s just a dress
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I used to sleep like a solider,Boots by the bed, eyes on the door.Now I lie still in the quietAnd wonder what I’m waiting for.I don’t miss the fire or the wreckage,Just the way it made me move. When everything was burning,At least I knew what to do.Patched their walls, ignored my stress.Thought my giving
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You left me a ring made of soot and smoke,A promise half-burned, a joke I never broke. Taught me “fire keeps you warm, if you just stop the tears.”I mastered the poker face; I practiced for years. You stitched your survival right under my skin,A lineage of flint where love should’ve been.Said, “Pain is a
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Before you get comfortable, let me give you the tour,This isn’t a heart that you’ve seen before.There are voices in the wall, a chill in the hall,and a portrait I’ve turned to face the wall.The last one who stayed tried to paint the walls white,but the shadows I live with bled through in the night.
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You walk in soft, and I brace for the blow.You’re not him, but my body don’t know.I laugh too loud, then I shut down fast.Scared you’ll leave if I don’t make it last.You reach for me like it’s no big deal,and I flinch like love’s not supposed to heal. Your steady hands and quiet eyes.You
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I drove past the county line,where the signal bled to static snow. In the night humming with haunted songs,I chased a voice I used to know. Each station faltered with echoes, half a hymn, half borrowed breath.I spun the dial for one clear word,to pull a signal from the death.I’m not lost, I’m just between
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I spread my life across the table, maps I never understood. The paper hums with silent echoes, coastlines fading where I stood. The rivers never flowed quite right, the towns I cherished disappeared,just pressure-point fossils of the world I once steered. And I don’t know when the ink ran dry, but I’ve been tracing ghosts
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 