Midnight Armor

Nights are slow coin flip, I keep both sides In my coat. Streetlight on the dash when she Sweating out the cold. I told myself I'm finished With the ghosts I used to know. But when the city sleeps, the footsteps they lack What's slow. I ride past empty doors, they remember What I owe. Laughing at the ceiling, Counting scars I never show. My reflection's holding notes that I can't hit Alone, so I pour a little silence into every Ringtone. And cool like I'm expected to break, But I don't. I drink till the room makes sense, till the Ashes float. Promises on paper ink and never Machines. I learned to keep my distance from the Things that bleed on. I'm cruising through the black like already left the Lights. Talking to the moon like it knows I'm Not polite. Got a throne made of coffee cups And cigarette fights. Yeah, where all of my nights like rumble Yeah, Where all of my nights Like rumble when I fight. Like. Yeah, where all of nights like rumble when I-- Phone's buzzing, favors people calling up alone. So keep my answers folded up, sent in microtones. It's a dealer for my courage, but the price Is in my bones. Tattoos of late detection 'neath The broken chrome. No parades for honesty, just small rooms and closed Doors. I count the ways I made it, then I count the things I bore. I don't need salvation, I just want a clean Refrain. A song that doesn't ask me to explain My pain. If I'm honest, I don't owe nobody Anything. If I'm honest, I just want a quiet Ring. Let the nights out I should keep and Let it slip. Put a match to old mistakes, Watch 'em finally trip. I'm cruising through the black like I already left The lights. Talking to the moon like it knows I'm not polite. Got a throne made of coffee Cups and cigarette fights. Yeah, where all of my nights like rumble when I fight. Like, where all all of my nights Like when fight.