Moon Never Judges My Tears
Verse 1Side streets hum under buzzing signs while empty cars line up like witnesses that already know I’m guilty on sight
My hood’s pulled low, eyes raw
shoulder bones aching from carrying every bad choice I drag through this broken-night rite
I tried confessions on couches and in bottles and in beds that only wanted my stories
not the wreck that came after the show
Every smile turned into sharpened gossip
every “are you okay?” into evidence
till trust felt like stepping on glass in the snow
Now it’s just me and the echo of my boots on pavement
breathing frost and regret
chewing through all the words I never said
Let the city keep its choir of judges indoors; I’ll bleed my thoughts into the dark where no one’s tallying the mess in my head.
ChorusOut here the streetlights flicker like they’re tired of watching my slow collapse year after year
But that pale eye above just hangs in quiet
silver distance, never flinching at what it hears
I pour out my wrongs in muttered lines
every curse and cracked apology trembling in the air it clears
I walk at night, the moon never judges my tears
I walk at night, the moon never judges my tears.
Verse 2Friends turned my worst nights into punchlines
little clips they could pass around when they needed a sick little laugh
Lovers wanted the fire and the art and the chaos
but not the aftermath shaking on the bathroom floor in the aftermath
Daylight writes labels on my back in marker
words like “too much, ” “attention, ” “waste
” and I feel them burn through my shirt, Every hallway
every screen
every bright-eyed stranger ready to diagnose me
while I grind my teeth and pretend it doesn’t hurt
Out here the only audience is stray cats slinking under fences and that white
distant witness hanging over these cracked lanes
If judgment ever lands, let it fall from the sky
not from lips that never carried one ounce of my chains.
BridgeIf the sun ever caught me like this
it would blast every flaw in blinding color
parade my damage in full glare, Curtains would twitch
tongues would wag
and I’d shrink into some rumor they pass along without a care
Under this pale hush
sweat and salt on my face just mark that I’m still moving
still refusing to disappear
Every step I take is one more proof that even with all this wreckage
I’m still here, I’m still here.
Final ChorusOut here the streetlights flicker like they’re tired of watching my slow collapse year after year
But that pale eye above just hangs in quiet
silver distance, never flinching at what it hears
I pour out my wrongs in muttered lines
every curse and cracked apology trembling in the air it clears
I walk at night, the moon never judges my tears
I walk at night, the moon never judges my tears
I walk at night, the moon never judges my tears.