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I cut my name from the telephone pole
Left the splinters in my palm like a prayer unsaid
The streetlights blink in morse code chaos
Telling a story that I already fled
My shadows been lying about my posture
It stretches longer than the truth can stand
I swallowed the key to my own apartment
Now Im a stranger in a promised land
And the rain falls sideways like a second guess
Every mirror shows me a different mess
What if the silence is louder than the scream
What if the wreckage is cleaner than the dream
Ive been polishing ashes calling them gold
Selling my memories for a hand to hold
But the loneliest road doesnt have a name
And the heaviest thing is forgetting the flame
My friends are all ghosts in a group chat heaven
Typing in emojis of the lives they sold
I laughed at a joke from 2017
Before I knew that growing up meant growing cold
The therapist asked me to rate my sadness
On a scale from one to a hollow moon
I said Doc the problem isnt the sadness
Its that Ive started to hum its tune
And the clock on the wall is counting backwards
Every tick is a nail in a forgotten axis
What if the silence is louder than the scream
What if the wreckage is cleaner than the dream
Ive been polishing ashes calling them gold
Selling my memories for a hand to hold
But the loneliest road doesnt have a name
And the heaviest thing is forgetting the flame
I tried to trace the outline of who I was last year
All I found was a receipt for gasoline and fear
We dont lose ourselves all at once no
We leak slowly into versions we dont recognize
Some days I am a museum of things I never did
Some days I am the thief
The weight isnt the sorrow
The weight is forgetting there was ever relief