“One More Line”
Started with a script from a surgeon’s hand
White bottle full of promised land
Turned the volume down, shut the voices off
One became two, two became chains
Nodded off in a bridal suite
Dreamed of fire beneath dirty sheets
One more line, one more night
Another piece of soul sold for flight
It steals your youth and leaves you old
One more lie, one more scar
She’s not dead, but she’s not fine—
Just chasing life, one more line
Couch surfing through half-titled towns
Stolen meds, worn wedding gowns
A memory burned in the looking glass
Mom stopped calling, dad’s in the ground
Every vein maps a road she knows
But none of them lead back home
One more line, one more night
Skin too pale in motel light
She rides the wave, and tries to hide
One more hit, one more burn
But no one waits, no one signs—
She’s all alone with one more line
She once was captain of the team
Now just a whisper in a dream
Buys her a second she can crash
The girl she was is gone, extinct
She doesn’t cry, doesn’t feel shame
One more line, one last breath
She didn’t plan to fade away
Just got lost and forgot the day
Just silence after one more line
Just a lighter
And an empty script
It keeps the integrity you asked for—tight narrive, no forced lines, no vague fluff, and it actually hits.
Started with a script from a surgeon’s hand
White bottle full of promised land
Turned the volume down, shut the voices off
One became two, two became chains
Nodded off in a bridal suite
Dreamed of fire beneath dirty sheets
One more line, one more night
Another piece of soul sold for flight
It steals your youth and leaves you old
One more lie, one more scar
She’s not dead, but she’s not fine—
Just chasing life, one more line
Couch surfing through half-titled towns
Stolen meds, worn wedding gowns
A memory burned in the looking glass
Mom stopped calling, dad’s in the ground
Every vein maps a road she knows
But none of them lead back home
One more line, one more night
Skin too pale in motel light
She rides the wave, and tries to hide
One more hit, one more burn
But no one waits, no one signs—
She’s all alone with one more line
She once was captain of the team
Now just a whisper in a dream
Buys her a second she can crash
The girl she was is gone, extinct
She doesn’t cry, doesn’t feel shame
One more line, one last breath
She didn’t plan to fade away
Just got lost and forgot the day
Just silence after one more line
Just a lighter
And an empty script
It keeps the integrity you asked for—tight narrive, no forced lines, no vague fluff, and it actually hits.