Old hoodie
Cold rail under my palms
Sky dripping dots
Like someone poked holes in the dark
Breath making ghosts
Over this tired town
Head full of almosts
That I never write down
Late night thoughts
Spill like coffee on pages
I get lost
Tracing maps in the galaxies
If the stars
Keep my secrets, I’ll keep breathing
Under all this quiet
I feel everything
Phone face down
Buzzing somewhere by my shoes
Street hum low
Like it’s humming out the truth
Wish I could float
Right out of these old shoes
Leave all my doubt
In the stairwell with the fumes
Late night thoughts
Spill like coffee on pages
I get lost
Tracing maps in the galaxies
If the stars
Keep my secrets, I’ll keep breathing
Under all this quiet
I feel everything
Maybe I’m fine, maybe I’m not
Talking to a sky that never talks back
Still I stay here, still I come back
Chasing that same small peace I can’t track
Late night thoughts
Spill like coffee on pages
I get lost
Tracing maps in the galaxies
If the stars
Keep my secrets, I’ll keep breathing
Under all this quiet
I feel everything
