Short Verse 2

Short Verse 2

Rain on the bright, Gum on my shoe
Every favor I gave you, Now sits on your tab.
I am done playing medic in your bar fights
wiping your nose while you brag about damage you did not take
Done dragging you out of gutters while you stagger back toward the spotlight for another lie you will make
Tonight the alley smells like spilled beer and cheap perfume with a hint of gasoline
You stumble out the side door, high on your own myth

not seeing how the world has leaned.
Hook
Sidewalk saint with a switchblade smile
I am the one you pushed too far down the mile
You thought I was permanent backup, never the main
Now I am the cut in your script
the crack in your frame.

No slow warning
just a flash of cold steel near your ribs while I pin you to the brick with a stare
One tiny line across your jacket, nothing lethal
just enough to prove I could slice the air
Your voice drops, hands up
all that swagger turned into a squeak when the metal kissed your shirt
For the first time in years you actually speak my title and it cuts.

You will tell your followers some other story
Turn this into a mugger, a stranger, a blur
You will never admit that the ghost you used to lean on put that shake in your hands
That the saint you ignored turned into something you never planned.
Sidewalk saint with a switchblade smile
I am the one you pushed too far down the mile
You thought I was permanent backup, never the main

Now I am the cut in your script
the crack in your frame.
I walk away laughing while your heartbeat trips over broken glass in your chest
Next time you need a miracle, ask the street
not the friend you treated like less.