Verse 1

She keeps a worn red scarf beneath her coat

And counts the coins beside the kitchen stove

He brings her songs from corners of the town

She hears the hurt but never calls it out

He loves the smoke that clings to every sleeve

The bitter glass, the jokes he won’t retrieve

She says, “Come home before the morning breaks”

He turns away from every word she makes

Pre-Chorus

She knows the road beneath his boots

She knows the lie inside the truth

Chorus

He loves the boy who laughs too loud

Who wears his sorrow like a crown

But every night he disappears

And leaves her holding all his fears