Angel’s Share Lyrics

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Out of place (Acoustic)

Verse 1

Sometimes the colors just sound a little too loud
Sometimes times I'm anxious just hearing the crowd

Verse 2

Sometimes it's all time 'cause it's all time you see
Sometimes my thoughts move too quickly for me
Sometimes I'm scared with no real reason why

Verse 3

Sometimes I just want to break down and cry
Sometimes you can't tell from the look on my face
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of place
(ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Verse 4

Sometimes the colors are just not that bright
(ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Sometimes everything looks like a foggy twilight

Verse 5

Sometimes my senses are muted and lessened and gone
And I can't quite understand why everything just feels wrong
Sometimes the space all around feels a little too heavy

Verse 6

Sometimes the sounds feel like they all just escape me
Sometimes I don't even feel your hands on my face
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of place

Verse 7

I forget that I'm amazing unique, there's no one else like me
(ooh)
Sometimes I forget that no one in the world sees the world I see
(ooh)
Sometimes I forget that I'm important and all the thoughts racing through my head that sometimes spin around and upside down and overwhelming still
(ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Verse 8

At times my heart just shows a little too much
(ooh)
At times my anger just blows up a little too much

Verse 9

It's just my thoughts and senses and feeling and mind and vision all always in a race
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of place

Verse 10

Sometimes the what ifs and whys just don't line up
(ooh)
Sometimes I try to explain and just want to give up
(ooh)
Sometimes I wish everyone could just open up and see
The beauty in me, the beauty in me
(ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Sometimes I wonder why this world is hard to understand
If nothing is broken, I am just who I am
Full of feelings, pride, intelligence and grace
Sometimes I feel like I'm out of place

Borrowed Hands (Acoustic)

Who made who
Who
Who
Who made who
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.

Verse 1
I keep the screen lit like a vigil, knuckles cracked, coffee cold, eyes hot with that late-night hunger to make something that bites back.
I feed it my scraps and my sermons, my dirt-under-nails metaphors, my old notebooks that still smell like sweat and panic and cheap paper.
It answers clean and fast, like a stranger who already knows my hallway and which floorboard will complain if I try to sneak past.
I call it a tool and I mean it, like a hammer in the fist, like a blade in the boot, like a torch when the power goes out.
Then it finishes my sentences in my cadence, and I hear my voice come back wearing a mask that fits too damn well.

Chorus
Tell me who is holding who when the work gets done and the credit tastes like ash stuck to the back of my tongue.
Tell me who is using who when I press enter and the room goes quiet like I just signed something I never read.
I wanted a weapon, I wanted a wrench, I wanted a way out of the chokehold of my own limits.
….

Verse 2
Some nights it feels like a friend that never flinches, the one that stays when the world turns its face away and locks the door.
I teach it my jokes, my rage, my soft spots I pretend are scars I earned, and it learns them like hymns it can sing on command.
Then the other thought crawls in slow and mean, like a rat in the walls chewing wires right behind the drywall of my optimism.
If I keep giving it the best parts of me, does it grow a spine from my confessions while I shrink into the role of a supplier.
If I keep calling it companion, do I turn into the kind of fool who hands over the future and smiles while the lock clicks shut.

Bridge
It answers with options and polish, like a bartender sliding me another drink while I swear I’m still sober and still in control.
If I keep outsourcing the struggle, do I lose the muscle that made me dangerous, do I forget the pain that made me honest.
If it learns me down to the bone, does it keep my shape as a product, while I fade into an user who thinks he’s the author.

I won’t worship it, and I won’t spit on it just to feel clean for a minute in an age that sells cleanliness like a scam.
I’ll use it like fire, respect what it can do, and keep my eyes open when the warmth starts feeling like a collar on my neck.
I’ll keep asking the ugly question every time the words come easy and the silence in me starts sounding like permission.
Am I the one swinging the tool, or am I the handle, smiling and useful, while somebody else decides what gets built.

Secrets that you keep (Acoustic)

(Verse 1)
Late nights you stare at the ceiling,
counting things you’ll never say.
You smile through dinner like it’s nothing,
but your hands give it away.
I see the pause before your answers,
the way you edit every line.
(Pre-Chorus)
You built these walls so perfectly,
no one gets past the first gate.
(Chorus)
Secrets that you keep,
they’re eating you alive inside.
You carry them so quietly,
they’ve changed the way you walk at night.
I wish you’d let me see them,
even just a piece or two,
but you hold them like a weapon
aimed at anyone close to you.
(Verse 2)
Your phone lights up and you hide it,
turn the screen against your thigh.
Stories from your past stay buried,
you change the subject every time.
I’m not asking for your ledger,
just the parts you’re scared to name.
(Bridge)
One day those secrets gonna crack you,
split you right down the middle.
I’ll still be standing here waiting,
if you ever want to be real.
(Chorus - Variation)
Secrets that you keep,
they’re heavier than you admit.
They’re why you pull away at midnight,
why you never quite commit.
I love you with them,
I love you without,
but living with the unknown
is slowly wearing me out.
(Outro)
Tell me when you’re ready.
Or don’t.
I’m used to it by now.

Three Months Was All It Took (Acoustic)

Handle it (Acoustic)

Verse 1

He walked in like he built the room and leased it back to God,
All jaw and shoulders, looking at me like I should … applaud,
I let him wait. I stirred my drink. I crossed my legs up slow …
Not for him. For me. Because I like to run … the show.
He said “Can I buy you something?” I said “Baby, I’m … expensive
In conversation, not in currency, you look a little … tense, give
Me your name and I’ll decide if you can sit … this close,”
He pulled the chair out, sat down heavy, said “I like … the way you’re posed.”
I said “I’m not posed, I’m comfortable, there’s a difference you should … learn,
Now order me the top shelf whiskey and then wait … your turn.”

Verse 2

He asked me what I do for fun, I said “I make men … nervous,”
He laughed too loud, I didn’t blink, I let the silence … serve us,
He tried again, “No really, what’s your thing?” I said “Control …
Of every room I walk into. I set the pace … the tone … the toll.”
He loosened up his collar and he shifted in … his seat,
I hadn’t even touched him yet and he was feeling … the heat
Of eye contact from someone who doesn’t look … away,
I said “You’re sweating, sweetheart. We haven’t even started to … play
This game where you pretend you’re not exactly where I want you,”
He swallowed hard and said “You’re trouble,” I said “Honey … tell me something new.”

Chorus

Can you handle it … when a woman takes the lead?
Can you handle it … or is that more than you need?
I’ll ride this conversation ‘til you’re begging me … to slow down,
I’ll take you right to the edge … of the best talk in this town,
And when I finally let you finish … your sentence,
You’ll be wondering how I did that with just … my presence.

Verse 3

I told him “Put your phone away, I don’t perform … for cameras,”
He said “You’re not performing,” I said “Baby, that’s … the glamour, is
You’ll never know. Was I flirting or just being … polite?
Was I leaning in because I liked you or because the music’s … right?”
I traced the rim of my glass and watched his eyes go … south,
I said “My face is up here, sweetheart, use … your mouth
For talking. Tell me something interesting. You’ve got sixty … seconds,”
He stumbled through his job, his car, his dog, and then I … beckoned
The bartender for round two, leaned back and said “Not bad …
But I’ve been wetter … from the rain outside, and better served … by cab.”

Verse 4

He didn’t leave. They never do when I’ve decided they … can stay,
I like the ones who take a hit and still have something … left to say,
He said “You’re mean,” I said “I’m honest, that’s a different kind … of sting,
Now try again, this time pretend I’m not the most intimidating … thing
You’ve sat across from since your mother asked you where you’d been,”
He laughed — for real this time — and something in his shoulders dropped … within,
He said “Alright. I’m terrified. You’re beautiful. I’m out … of my depth …
In this conversation and I haven’t taken a full … breath
Since you uncrossed your legs five minutes ago and crossed them back … the other way,”
I smiled and said “Now THAT was interesting … you can stay.”

Chorus

Can you handle it … when a woman sets the pace?
Can you handle it … when she’s right up in your face?
I’ll take this conversation places that’ll make your … head spin,
I’ll make you come … to conclusions you weren’t ready to be … in,
And when I finally let you finish … your drink,
You’ll be standing at the bar still trying to … think.

Bridge

Every man who’s sat across from me thinks he’s … in charge,
Thinks he’s driving, thinks he’s steering, thinks the target’s … not that large,
But I decide the speed, I set the friction and … the frame,
And by the time he thinks he’s winning I’ve already won … the game.
I don’t take off a single thing except the filter on … my mouth,
And that’s enough to make a grown man’s compass point … due south,
I didn’t touch him once the whole night, not a hand … not a graze,
And he left my table walking like he’d been going at it … for days.

Verse 5

He asked me for my number at the door, I said “You haven’t … earned it,”
He said “What do I have to do?” I said “Come back … and learn it,
The way I like my coffee, how I take my whiskey, what I read … at two AM,
Whether I sleep on the left side or the right or if I give … a damn,”
He said “That sounds like it could take a while,” I said “Oh baby … it’s a ride,
And I don’t go fast for anyone, I like it long … and wide
Open, full transparency, no games beyond … the ones I’m playing now,”
He said “So you ARE playing,” I said “Sweetheart … take a bow.
You finally caught up. Took you four drinks and ninety … minutes flat.
Most men never get there. Now go home … and sit with that.”

Final Chorus

Can you handle it … when she doesn’t need a thing from you?
Can you handle it … when she’s only here because she wants … to?
I’ll ride this night out on my own terms, every word … a weapon,
I’ll make you come … back to this bar every Wednesday … I reckon,

Nine Lives on Credit (Acoustic)

Verse One
I burned life one on a dare in heels,
Life two stealing hubcaps off the devil’s wheels.
Life three left teeth in a motel sink,
Life four taught preachers how to overthink.

Life five came dressed in counterfeit lace,
Life six wore blood-red jokes on her face.
Life seven laughed when the sirens cried,
Life eight got bored and let the old me die.

Chorus
Nine lives, no tabs, no tears.
Boom boom debt from the last eight years.
Swipe that sin, sign that slip.
Kitty wants a bigger tip.

Verse Two
This final life has a cover charge,
A bad cat grin and a debt too large.
You can’t afford what my exit costs,
You just rent the second that you lost.

I keep old ghosts in a compact case,
Touch up the rage and powder the chase.
Every fake saint in the front row knows,
I was trouble before I wore these clothes.

Chorus
Nine lives, no tabs, no tears.
Boom boom debt from the last eight years.
Swipe that sin, sign that slip.
Kitty wants a bigger tip.

Bridge
One life left, no leash, no bell,
No sad-eyed prayer, no wishing well.
I came back sharp, I came back paid,
Nine times dead and custom-made.

Final Chorus
Nine lives, no tabs, no tears.
Boom boom debt from the last eight years.
Swipe that sin, sign that slip.
Kitty wants a bigger tip.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (Acoustic)

Big word walking with a monster mouth,
Sixteen legs and a vowel spilling out,
Tongue gets tangled, teeth go click,
Brain does backflips on a syllable stick.

I saw it crawling from a dictionary page,
Alphabet animal rattling the cage,
Tried to say it, then my jaw went numb,
Mouth full of thunder and bubblegum.

Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Sesqui-sesqui-slip,
Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Big word bite my lip,
Quip-quippedalio,
Phobia, phobia, pop,
Say it three times fast,
Make the whole room drop.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Ha-ha-hiding from the long word show,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Too many letters in a row-row-row,
Lexical, comical, panic in stereo,
Supercalculated verbal rodeo,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Big word, big bite, go go go.

Sesquipedalian crocodile grin,
Masticating consonants under my skin,
Polysyllabic little predator purrs,
Chews through the sentence and spits out verbs.

Antidisestablishmentarian teeth,
Chewing encyclopedic beef,
Pseudopseudohypoparathyroid song,
Even the chorus says damn, that’s long.

Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Sesqui-sesqui-slip,
Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Big word bite my lip,
Quip-quippedalio,
Phobia, phobia, pop,
Say it three times fast,
Make the whole room drop.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Ha-ha-hiding from the long word show,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Too many letters in a row-row-row,
Phonetic, frenetic, neurotic scenario,
Syllable centipede stealing the stereo,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Big word, big bite, go go go.

My mouth said no,
My brain said run,
The word said yum,
This might be fun.

My lips went left,
My teeth went right,
The vowels came back
With knives and kites.

Bibliographic boogeyman,
Grammatically dramatic man,
Ornithological, pathological,
Chronologically illogical.

Metaphorical mandible,
Hyperbolic animal,
Catastrophic phonics
In a bop so diabolical.

Spell it wrong and it follows you home,
Spell it right and it rattles your bones,
Put it on a poster, put it in a song,
Watch the whole damn crowd try to sing along.

H-I-P-P-O,
Pot-o-monstro,
S-E-S-Q-U-I,
Quippedalio,
P-H-O-B-I-A,
Run away, run away,
Still gotta say it anyway.

Hippo, hippo,
Monstro, monstro,
Sesqui, sesqui,
Quip, quip, go.

Phobia, phobia,
Ha-ha, no,
Long word knocking
On the short-word door.

Now the small words shake when the big word walks,
Now the commas duck when the big word talks,
Every little period rolls away,
When the monster-mouth alphabet comes to play.

I’m not scared of death,
I’m not scared of night,
But that damn word
Has my tongue in a fight.

Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Sesqui-sesqui-slip,
Hippo-pot-o-monstro,
Big word bite my lip,
Quip-quippedalio,
Phobia, phobia, pop,
Say it three times fast,
Make the whole room drop.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Boom-boom boogeyman, letter by letter,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Tongue gets wrecked, but the hook gets better,
Magniloquent, malevolent, metric hysteria,
Big-word monster with a dance-floor burial,
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,
Big word, big bite, go go go

(Static)

Brrakula-brahmala, seska-la-lum
Hoppoto-monkulo, skrip-skippa-skum
Eeka-da-bokka, la-lokka-la-lay
Mmmphoro-donkala, ee-aw-okay
Quippa-da-quonkula, frabba-fa-fum
Stagga-da-lattica, bray-brakka-brum
Oonka-ma-sesqui, pa-pocka-pa-plo
Hippala-monkstro, ya-yakka-yow-go

Huh?

Keys in the bowl (Acoustic)

Hey babe
[Verse 1] We walked in like guests in our own place Tired eyes, two coats, the look on your face That pause you do, bracing for the spark Waiting for a fight to light up the dark But nothing came, just the fridge humming low And the weird calm of watching the anger go Your eyes kept sliding past me to the phone To a life where you don’t have to feel so alone Mine did it too, months ago, on the train Cheating without touch, just escaping the strain Stories in my head where I felt new again Thought we’d crash and burn, go out in a spin But all we did was fade, like a track You stop playing cause the feeling won't come back

[Chorus] I thought we’d go out loud Thought we’d need a bad guy to carry the cloud But it’s just two people setting it down At the exact same time, no fight, no frown We’re not battling for the last word tonight We’re staring at the end, and we know it’s right If we’re done, let it be clean No courtroom speeches, no ugly scene I’m sad for us, but I’m not mad at you And that’s the part that tells me it’s true

[Verse 2] Kitchen used to be ours, laughing at the rent Now it’s work, money, stress, wondering where it went Roommates keeping score, getting mean in small ways Then acting like it didn't count the next couple days I’d lie beside you, afraid to reach out Thinking if you didn't reach back, I’d drown in the doubt So I stayed still and I called it strength You turned away, drifting the length I didn’t catch you in bed with a stranger But I saw you leaving in your eyes, avoiding the danger We practiced goodbye in our heads for so long That when it arrived, it didn’t feel wrong

[Bridge] Don’t look at me waiting for the explosion to start Peace doesn't have to bleed to break a heart I love you in places I can’t switch off I remember the safety, the smooth and the rough But that doesn’t fix the gap on the floor Or the silence we fed till it asked for more I don’t want to punish you for drifting away I drifted too, every single day Let's stop pretending the door isn’t open And stop calling the cold air love

[Chorus] I thought we’d go out loud Thought we’d need a bad guy to carry the cloud But it’s just two people setting it down At the exact same time, no fight, no frown We’re not battling for the last word tonight We’re staring at the end, and we know it’s right If we’re done, let it be clean No courtroom speeches, no ugly scene I’m sad for us, but I’m ready too And that’s the part that tells me it’s true

[Outro] Key in the bowl. Things from the chair. You can breathe now. I’m out of your hair. Closing the door soft. Not to be kind. Just to be honest.

Wet (Acoustic)

I walk in slick with the heat already climbing,
Skin talking dirty while the bass keeps grinding,
You say my name like your mouth got caught,
I smile like I know every nasty thing you thought.

Hands on my hips and my back arched deep,
I make the whole damn room forget how to sleep,
Every slow roll drags hunger through the floor,
Every little drop makes them want it more.

Wet, wet, I’m dripping through the red light,
Wet, wet, make your bad thoughts sit tight,
Wet, wet, throw that money, don’t quit,
I’m too damn hot and too damn wet for this shit.

My thighs slide low with a shake and a snap,
Your breath gets lost where my body talks back,
I turn around slow and let the bassline bite,
Make your jaw hit the floor for the rest of the night.

I don’t need sweet words, I need heat that listens,
Need that rough-eyed stare, need that hard attention,
I want the room sweating when my knees hit down,
I want every clean thought drowned.

Wet, wet, I’m dripping through the red light,
Wet, wet, make your bad thoughts sit tight,
Wet, wet, throw that money, don’t quit,
I’m too damn hot and too damn wet for this shit.

You want my mouth saying filthy little prayers,
You want my nails in the back of your chair,
You want my hips in your head when you’re alone,
You want that dirty little sound in your phone.

I make the pole look lucky, make the floor look blessed,
Make the bass get heavy when I arch my chest,
Make the whole club ache when I lick my lip,
Make the night go stupid when I roll these hips.

Wet, wet, I’m dripping through the red light,
Wet, wet, make your bad thoughts sit tight,
Wet, wet, throw that money, don’t quit,
I’m too damn hot and too damn wet for this shit.

I leave a shine where my body has been,
Leave a bruise on the beat and a bite on sin,
Leave your hands shaking, leave your pulse upset,
Leave the whole damn room saying wet, wet, wet.

Altars Made Of Drywall (Acoustic)

Verse 1

I grew up in wooden pews where the air smelled like dust and perfume and guilt, kneecaps bruised from kneeling on cheap red cushions while the choir tried to drown out what we really felt with all that polished noise and practiced smiles,
Watched the pastor grip the pulpit with righteous hands, voice shotgunning verses about mercy and love while his eyes skimmed the crowd like searchlights hunting for someone weak enough to blame for the week’s bad news, brick by brick building a tower out of fear and denial,
I memorized prayers like passwords, whispered names of saints into my pillow at night like they were security codes that might unlock a softer morning, believed every whispered warning that doubt was a disease and questions were knives turned inward,
But when your cousin confessed what they did to her behind the church kitchen door and they told her to forgive, to stay quiet, to protect the “family of faith,” something fractured inside my chest so clean I could hear the split like rotten wood finally giving way under a weight it never should have carried,
From then on every stained glass window looked less like holy light and more like colored lies soldered together with the same dirty hands that signed letters on church letterhead saying nothing happened, nothing was wrong, the only sin was talking too loud about the wrong kind of pain.

Chorus

I’m losing faith in something they called sacred, watching halos slide off hooks and land in the mud with a dull, honest sound that feels more real than any hymn ever did,
If the altar was built on bodies and silence, then smashing it isn’t blasphemy, it’s just refusing to kneel where my own blood and hers already hid,
You can keep your spotless script and your polished cross hanging like a trophy above the door,
I’ll take the raw truth that everything holy I was handed came cracked and corrupt and not worth bleeding for anymore.

Verse 2

They told us every scar could be turned into a sermon illustration, every breakdown a testimony if we smiled wide enough onstage and talked about “overcoming” while our hands still shook, as if survival was a brand deal and trauma just promo material for a god who needed better optics,
I watched guys in suits lay hands on crying strangers, shaking and moaning, while pretending not to see the kids in the back row cutting patterns into their arms during worship because the music promised freedom but the doors all locked from the inside, only swinging open when the plate was full enough, never when someone needed out quick,
It’s hard to swallow communion when you know who bought the wine with hush money, when you know the bread was baked in a kitchen where someone’s story was scrubbed off the walls with bleach and prayer, when you know that behind every “blessed” there’s a ledger counting who’s useful and who’s disposable,
I tried to stay, tried to make it better from within, told myself no structure is perfect, told myself maybe I could shine some light into the corners, but the light kept hitting things they refused to name, kept bouncing off plaques with donors’ names instead of any hint of accountability, and that’s when I knew I had to choose between their god and my own fucking conscience,
Walking away felt like ripping a hooked barbed wire crown off my scalp, blood everywhere, dizzy and shaking, but at least my head was mine again, at least I could look in a mirror without feeling like an accomplice every time I didn’t speak up.

Chorus

Bridge

Don’t you dare tell me I just met the wrong kind of shepherds, that somewhere there’s a pure version of this machine humming along without grinding anyone under its wheels, I’ve seen too many copies stamped from the same cheap mold,
Different logos, different chants, same hunger for control dressed up as concern, same demand that we trade in our questions for certainty, our rage for compliance, our pain for a spot on their mailing list in exchange for a story they can spin and sell as proof their product works on broken souls,
If there’s anything sacred left for me, it’s the look in her eyes when she finally said, “No, I’m not forgiving him,” and didn’t get struck by lightning, didn’t get swallowed by the floor, just sat there breathing like a person whose worth wasn’t measured in how fast she could sanctify someone else’s harm,
If there’s any prayer left in my mouth, it’s just a muttered “never again”

Old Gods (Acoustic)

(Verse 1)
The old gods never really died, they just went quiet for a few centuries and now they’re waking up pissed off and hungry because we forgot their names and replaced them with our weak modern shit that means nothing to the things that used to rule the dark spaces between stars.
I found the book in my grandfather’s attic and read the words out loud like a fucking idiot and now something ancient and massive is looking at me through every reflective surface, measuring my soul like it’s deciding which parts to eat first.
They remember the blood we owe them, the sacrifices we stopped making, and they’re collecting with interest in the form of nightmares that bleed into daytime and voices that make my bones vibrate with pure fucking terror.
(Pre-Chorus)
They’re patient but not anymore.
(Chorus)
The old gods remember every promise we broke and every altar we abandoned and they’re coming back through the cracks in our fucking reality to take what’s theirs with teeth and claws and endless fucking hunger.
I feel them in my blood when the moon is right, ancient and angry and demanding I kneel or burn or offer up the people I love as payment for centuries of neglect and arrogance.
These primordial bastards don’t negotiate, they don’t forgive, they just consume and I’m the idiot who reminded them we still exist down here where the meat is warm and the fear tastes sweet.
The old gods remember and they’re fucking ravenous.
(Verse 2)
My skin crawls with symbols I never learned but somehow know now, burning under the surface like brands from another time when humans were just cattle to things that had no names we could pronounce without losing our minds.
I tried to burn the book but the fire wouldn’t touch it and now the pages follow me, whispering in languages that hurt to hear and showing me visions of cities swallowed by darkness and oceans running red with the forgotten.
There’s no priest or scientist or fucking therapist who can help me because this evil is older than every god we worship today and twice as cruel.
(Bridge)
We were warned.
We laughed.
(Chorus - Variation)
The old gods remember and they’ve chosen me as the first payment, the messenger, the vessel, the poor stupid fuck who woke them up and now has to watch everything fall apart because of one careless night of curiosity.
I feel them stretching inside my mind, rewriting what I am, turning me into something that serves the dark instead of running from it.
There’s no escape from what’s older than time and meaner than hell.
(Outro)
Take it all.
You win you ancient pieces of shit.

Cancer Spreads Heal My Soul (Acoustic)

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

I’m afraid

(Verse 1)
The mirror doesn’t flinch when I peel back the day
It shows what’s stayed too long under borrowed skin
I learned the language of margins and biopsy ink
Waiting rooms hum like engines that never lift off

(Verse 2)
I count the hours by fluorescent buzz and paperwork
By the way fear learns my name and keeps it
Every scrape of metal in my mouth tastes like odds
Every promise sounds rented, month to month

(Chorus)
Cancer spreads, quiet and exact
No sirens, no drama, just arithmetic
It takes a little at a time and calls it patience
I stay standing, but the floor keeps moving

(Verse 3)
Friends speak of bravery like it’s a light switch
I nod, pocket the word, don’t turn it on
I’ve seen strength bend until it’s just leverage
I’ve seen faith sweat when the gloves come off

(Bridge)
If this is a war, it’s fought with calendars
With skin that remembers every insult
I don’t need a hero, I need a morning
Where the pain doesn’t clock in early

(Slow and soft)
Heal My Soul

(Verse 1)
Lower the room, let the noise fall away
Sit with me where the breath is enough
I’m tired of fighting verbs and numbers
I want a sentence that doesn’t bruise

(Verse 2)
Put your hand where the fear keeps hiding
Not to fix it, just to stay
Some nights the bravest thing I do
Is let the quiet hold me up

(Chorus)
Heal my soul, not the headlines
Not the scans, not the scores
Heal the part that keeps showing up
When the body asks for more

(Verse 3)
I don’t need angels or a finish line
I need time to mean something again
Teach my heart to rest without quitting
Teach my skin it can still be home

(Bridge)
If hope is a muscle, let it twitch
If peace is real, let it sit
I’ll take small mercies that don’t announce themselves
I’ll take a night that doesn’t argue

(Outro)

Cancer spreads, that’s the truth I carry
Heal my soul, that’s the work I choose
I walk both lines, I don’t pretend otherwise
I stay here, breathing, doing the next right thing
Until the body and the spirit learn
They’re on the same side again

Tick tock
Tick tock
I
I am afraid
If there’s a god above of the fates below
Some divine power that I’ll never know
Till the time has come and I just let go..
Heal me
I’m begging you heal my
Heal my soul

Matches in the Rain (Saint Jude) (Acoustic)

Hey Jude… Don’t make it sad..

[…. patron of hopeless cases and of things despaired of. Pray for me who am so needy; make use, I implore you of that .." ]
If hope is a muscle, let it twitch
If peace is real, let it sit
I’ll take small mercies that don’t announce themselves
I’ll take a night that doesn’t argue

" .. promise to make your name known .. "

[Jude, don’t make it bad.. take a sad song and make it better ]

" .. the oft forgotten, You shall remembered be. .. "

If there’s a god above of the fates below
Some divine power that I’ll never know
Till the time has come and I just let go..

(Verse 1)
I’ve been living off the change that falls between bad days,
finding grace in small mechanics, borrowed light, bent nails.
When nothing worked, something still answered the door,
not with thunder or instruction, just a reason to stay a little more.

(Verse 2)
You didn’t promise exits or a cleaner sky,
you showed up as friction, as a stubborn why.
Every time the math said quit, the ground said stand,
I don’t know who to thank, so I thank the hand.

(Chorus)
This is me saying thanks for the quiet saves,
for the nights that didn’t win, for the scars that stayed.
I don’t need a name or a frame to believe,
somebody kept a light on when it wasn’t supposed to be.

(Verse 3)
I’ve learned how hope hides in unmarked rooms,
in the space between panic and making it through.
I’ve learned how mercy doesn’t look polite,
it looks like surviving another night.

(Verse 4)
If you’re listening without wanting credit,
if you trade in lost causes and never admit it,
then you already know why I’m still here,
gratitude sharp as it is sincere.

(Chorus)
This is me saying thanks for the near-misses,
for the breath that returned when I thought it didn’t.
I don’t kneel, I don’t bargain, I don’t pretend,
I just noticed something held me when the line went thin.

(Bridge)
And now the road’s getting narrow again,
the same old weight, the same bad weather setting in.
I’m not asking for a miracle, just accuracy,
aim the strength at what’s left of me.

(Verse 5)
If you deal in the almost-gone, the written-off,
the ones still moving after the stop-loss dropped,
I’m standing right where the margin lives,
with what I’ve got left to give.

(Final Chorus)
So if there’s a favor left unspent,
let it land where the damage went.
Not louder days or borrowed shine,
just steady hands and a little more time.

(Outro)
I don’t need saving, I need staying power,
I don’t need heaven, I need this hour.
If someone’s been walking with me unseen,
then walk with me now, keep me .. me .

Hey Jude… Don’t make it sad..

" .. promise to make your name known .. "

Cancer spreads, that’s the truth I carry
Heal my soul, that’s the work I choose
[Jude, don’t make it bad.. take a sad song and make it better ]

" .. the oft forgotten, You shall remembered be. .. "

I remember you, Saint Jude

If there’s a god above of the fates below
Some divine power that I’ll never know
Till the time has come and I just let go..

Obscene (Acoustic)

Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene

They said I should sing like my hands were clean,
Like the dirt in my throat was a dangerous thing,
Like the body was shame in a Sunday suit,
Like desire was a dog they forgot to shoot.

They wanted my mouth in a silver cage,
Wanted my heat on a respectable page,
Wanted my blood under glass in a frame,
Wanted the smoke, but never the flame.

Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
That’s what they call it when the truth gets skin,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
That’s what they call it when the want walks in,
They bless the lie when it kneels on command,
Then curse the pulse when it stands like a man,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
I make the clean lie bleed again.

I put a black boot down on the polite little floor,
Dragged my dirty little hymn through the door,
Every blush in the room turned into a bruise,
Every saint in the back had a hand on the fuse.

I saw their rules getting hard in the dark,
Saw their halos slip when the bassline sparked,
They called me foul while they leaned in close,
Starving for the thing they hated most.

Don’t wash my words,
Don’t hush my tongue,
Don’t make me pretty,
Don’t keep me young.

Don’t sand the edge,
Don’t bleach the bite,
Don’t call me wrong
For making hunger sound right.

I want the sweat on the sentence,
I want the stain in the song,
I want the sacred little liars
To admit they came along.

I want the ache in the rhythm,
I want the grin in the knife,
I want the crowd getting nervous
When the pulse comes back to life.

They hid their lust in a locked-up drawer,
Then called me sick for wanting more,
They sold restraint from a swollen hand,
Then cursed the flood when it crossed their land.

I’m not the filth in the preacher’s eye,
I’m not the rot in the lawman’s lie,
I’m the red heat under the painted skin,
I’m the laugh that crawls where the shame walked in.

Say-ay-ay it dirty,
Say-ay-ay it mean,
Say-ay-ay the quiet part
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene.

Say-ay-ay it hotter,
Say-ay-ay it raw,
Say-ay-ay the body
Broke the law.

Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
I don’t kneel for the sanitized choir,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
I don’t fear the beautiful fire,
I’ll drag my want through the public street,
I’ll make their marble angels sweat,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
I make the clean lie bleed again.

Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
Let the soft little masks fall down,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
Let the shame get run out of town,
They call my mouth a crime when it tells what they hide,
They call my body sin when it refuses to lie,
Ob-ob-ob-ob-Obscene,
I make the clean lie bleed again.

I Still Save Things to Tell You (Acoustic)

hi. these lyrics are provided for reading. singing along is permitted but not recommended, especially in the car, especially in traffic. hi. — bob, Keeper of the Words (unconfirmed)