We Drag Each Other Back

We Drag Each Other Back

Verse 1Everybody in this town tells ghost stories
urban legends, cautionary tales
None of them ever talk about the ones who return from whatever eats kids and teens in the night
You and your crew make a different rule
carved in cheap rings and scribbled in notebooks
No one gets left behind in woods, labs, hallways
or other impossible places you now grudgingly accept as real.

Verse 2That rule starts small
watching each other’s backs in alleys
making sure nobody walks home alone under a broken streetlight
Then the world shows its bigger teeth and the promise stretches
thins, but doesn’t snap
Now it covers corridors that smell like bleach and terror
forests where the air stings

empty houses with too many echoes
You keep grabbing sleeves, wrists, backpacks
dragging friends through doorways they freeze in front of.
Pre-ChorusTrust becomes more than gossip and shared lunch
It turns into a rope you throw through closing gaps.

ChorusWe drag each other back from thresholds that want full payment
From stairwells that lead down into humming dark
from elevators that open on wrong floors
If something hungry in this town wants one of us
it has to hear all of us screaming, kicking, swinging
Our fear is real, our loyalty louder.

BridgeOne day you feel the pull from the other side
stronger than usual, Feet heavy
ears filled with distant roars and whispering promises of rest
A hand lands on your shoulder
another grabs your jacket
another clamps your fingers tight
Three different grips, same message

you’re not disappearing on our watch.
ChorusWe drag each other back from thresholds that want full payment
From stairwells that lead down into humming dark
from elevators that open on wrong floors
If something hungry in this town wants one of us
it has to hear all of us screaming, kicking, swinging
Our fear is real, our loyalty louder.

OutroIn a world tilting just a little more each year
One small pack of kids and misfits digs in its heels
Not heroes, not soldiers
just stubborn hearts on cheap bikes
Holding a line nobody trained them to hold
and refusing to let go of each other.