Lyric

Plastic Shade on my face

Corner-store cool in the burning air

I walk like trouble lost my name

With fake gold light in my borrowed stare

The street gets softer through the lens

Hard lines bend into warmer shapes

A bad idea starts looking kind

When summer puts its hands on everything

I know it’s not the truth

Just a prettier angle

But the heat feels loose

And my mood comes untangled

I buy a softer skyline for a dollar and a stare

Tilt the street toward mercy, make the glare behave

Everybody looks forgiven through this cheap dark pair

Nothing really changes, but it learns to wave

My shirt sticks close, my shadow swings

A little wrong, a little smooth

I smile too late at passing cars

Like I’ve got nothing left to prove

There’s dust on the curb, salt on my neck

An old receipt in my back pocket

I wear the lie like it fits me well

And let the afternoon unlock it

I know this trick is small

Just a lens and a feeling

But the room in my chest

Gets a brighter ceiling

I make the sidewalk look like somewhere I could stay

Turn every broken window into borrowed shine

The sun keeps lying kindly in a washed-out way

So I let the day pretend it’s mine

Maybe I’m only dressing up the damage

Maybe cool is just a thin disguise

But I can move with one hand in the heat

And one old worry slipping from my side

I don’t need the world to be honest

Not every hour has to cut clean

Give me one sweet filter over all this

One small fiction I can almost believe

Under the cheap dark curve of a crooked frame

Even my reflection looks less afraid

The city gets lighter without knowing my name

And I leave the hurt blinking in the shade