Verse 1

M

I kept your text in the dark

Like a match in a jar

Staring at the read sign

Wishing I was who you are

I got paint on my hands

From a life I can’t finish

Mom said "boy, be strong"

But strong got me diminished

I walk past the stop sign

Same crack in the curb

Same bag on my shoulder

Same words left unheard

I’m good at the jokes now

Bad at the truth

Smiling with my teeth on