Black Road, Heat Lines

Standing on the edge of a gas-lit town. Ties humming like a half-truth now.

Everything I want feels out of frame. Like it's calling me but won't

say my name. Hands in my pockets. Head full of noise.

Dreams sound cheap when you say them out loud. I don't need saving.

I don't need proof. I just need out.

Black road, heat lights. Something in me won't stay quiet. Don't know where.

Don't know when. But I'm not meant to end like this. Black road,

heat lines. I can feel it when I close my eyes. I don't know