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[Verse 1]
You’re clock-watchin’, waitin’ on a slammin’ door,
But my footprints vanished from your hardwood floor.
Cab light’s off, no Chevy humming in the drive,
Just a heartbeat idling—barely still alive.
Smiles run dry like the whiskey on the shelf,
Your questions echo, arguing with yourself.
I’ve been gone since the last “I love you” lied,
Now I’m smoke in the sunrise, hitchin’ ride after ride.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like a half-played record with the needle wrong.
Breath in the hallway, soul down the road,
A postcard sunset nobody ever owed.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.
[Verse 2]
You trace cold coffee rings on the countertop chrome,
While I’m miles outta town where the bar signs glow.
You swear you hear my boots in the attic walk,
That’s only the rafters learning how to talk.
I swapped our “maybe someday” picket-fence scene
For a fire-escape view and a kerosene dream.
Your porch light’s still fishing for my runaway face,
But I’m cracks in the pavement—can’t retrace a trace.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like last week’s thunder after dawn’s yawn.
Air in the hallway, soul past the line,
An out-of-tune prayer you can’t rewind in time.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.
[Bridge]
Every “sorry” bruised and late,
Every promise lost its weight.
Talk to the shadow on the wall—
I’m dust dancing freefall.
[Chorus]
I ain’t leavin’—I’m already gone,
Like moonlit tire tracks at the edge of the dawn.
Silence in the hallway, soul on the run,
No map, no rearview, chasin’ new sun.
Quit clingin’ tight to a rusted spark,
You can’t lasso wind in a borrowed heart.
