Lyric

I’m pressed against

Someone’s stranger-shoulder

Coffee stain

On my thrift-store sweater

Headphones dead

So I count the ceiling lights

Name each flicker

Like a fragile secret

Welcome to the Crowded Isolation Club

Where we breathe the same air

And never touch

Eyes slide past me

Like I’m made of dust

Together, together

But never enough

Plastic seat

Shakes my tired heartbeat loose

Window ghosts

Wearing my reflection’s shoes

I mouth words

To a song that isn’t on

Lip-sync life

To a silence dragging on

Welcome to the Crowded Isolation Club

Where we breathe the same air

And never touch

Eyes slide past me

Like I’m made of dust

Together, together

But never enough

I could say hi

Could ask your name

But my tongue feels tired

From the things I never say

So I just nod

At the floor, at the ads, at us

All these almost-thoughts

Floating through the rush

Welcome to the Crowded Isolation Club

Where we breathe the same air

And never touch

Eyes slide past me

Like I’m made of dust

Together, together

But never enough

I get off

Still carrying everyone

And no one

At once