Lyric

Last service, neon tunnel, no way back

I’m the only one still reading every track

Doors slam shut with a metal sigh

Seats half full of half-closed eyes

Crushed cans roll on the dirty floor

Old gum scars where shoes once wore

Stations blur into coded names

Yellow lines and warning chimes

I count the stops like wasted shots

Trying not to count my thoughts

If I stand up, if I stay

Either choice feels like decay

But the windows won’t look back

They just throw the city black

Last train, still awake

Racing through the wires of every choice I didn’t make

Concrete rivers under sodium rain

Dragging all my versions down the same cold rail

Head against the glass, I watch my own mistakes

Last train, still awake

Graffiti ghosts line the tunnel walls

Names of kids who dodged these calls

Ticket stubs in a crumpled fist

Proof of nights that don’t exist

Your unread message in my phone

Sits there like an extra stone

I could answer, I could lie

Ride past home and never try

Every map above my head

Draws a life I never led

Every arrow points ahead

But my pulse runs red instead

Last train, still awake

Racing through the echoes of the calls I didn’t take

Concrete rivers under sodium rain

Pulling all my shadows down the same cold rail

Head against the glass, I feel the tension shake

Last train, still awake

Maybe home is not a station sign

Not a key that finally fits the line

Maybe it’s this shaking frame

Where I say my secret name

If I stand when doors unfold

Step into the bitter cold

I won’t know if it’s “all right”

But I’ll know I chose tonight

Every tunnel has an end

Even if it bends and hides

I can carry all my ghosts

Out into the open sky

Last train, still awake

Racing through the static of the hearts I didn’t break

Concrete rivers under sodium rain

Spark beneath my feet as I step off the rail

Breathing in the dark, I feel the present shake

Last train, still awake

Last service, empty platform, flashing gates

I walk out, and let the tracks fade