Crooked Seams

Fading light through crooked blinds Shadows dance on empty walls One more day in this quiet storm

Woke up tangled in yesterday's sheets Coffee cold, thoughts unraveling slow Street below hums with strangers' feet I blend in, but I'm the one they don't know Pockets full of half-forgotten dreams Chasing signals in the static air Faces blur like watercolor seams Nobody sees the weight I bear

I'm a glitch in the perfect machine Twisting wires, pulling at the seams No map for this crooked scene Just me and the ache that never leaves Singing off-key to the empty night Finding truth in the unpolished fight

Corner store glows like a tired eye Shelf of stories no one reads I buy a ticket to nowhere, why? Hoping the ride will plant new seeds Laughter spills from windows cracked But it bounces off my hollow chest I'm the outsider looking back Collecting moments nobody gets

I'm a glitch in the perfect machine Twisting wires, pulling at the seams No map for this crooked scene Just me and the ache that never leaves Singing off-key to the empty night Finding truth in the unpolished fight

What if I shatter the rearview glass? Let the fragments fall like autumn rain No more chasing what never lasts I'll carve my path through the growing pain Quirky sparks in the dull routine Melody born from the in-between

Rain taps rhythms on the windowpane Washing colors down the drain I sketch futures on napkins stained Whispers of change in the pouring refrain Crowds push past, but I stand alone Rooted deep in my rebel bone No script for this wandering soul Finally feeling almost whole

I'm a glitch in the perfect machine Twisting wires, pulling at the seams No map for this crooked scene Just me and the ache that never leaves Singing off-key to the empty night Finding truth in the unpolished fight

Fading out like a worn cassette One last note in the quiet regret But tomorrow's mine, unscripted yet