Lyrics: Beckett Wyn
Music: Beckett Wyn
Producer：Beckett Wyn
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Ice in the glass
Sweating on the Bible in the drawer
TV glow flickers
Across a suitcase on the floor
Your letter is on the nightstand
Folded to the part where you said try
I trace every sentence
Like a back road on a map I can not deny
In this midnight motel room
With the soft red numbers burning 2 05
I am old enough to know
Some dreams do not make it but you stay alive
Curtains breathing slow
In the humming air of all I stand to lose
Quietly resilient
In this midnight motel room
Ring on the counter
Next to crumpled receipts and car keys
I used to wear it proud
Now it is just a circle made of memory
I talk to the ceiling
Ask it how a good man comes up short
But the answer is in the mirror
In the lines I earned and the ones I can not afford
In this midnight motel room
With the soft red numbers burning 2 05
I am old enough to know
Some dreams do not make it but you stay alive
Curtains breathing slow
In the humming air of all I stand to lose
Quietly resilient
In this midnight motel room
I could turn back south
Take that exit
Call your name
Or drive on through the darkness
Let the distance take the blame
But my hands stay on the steering wheel of now
I am learning how to stay
Learning how somehow
In this midnight motel room
With the soft red numbers turning 2 09
I am old enough to know
Second chances rarely look like signs
Curtains breathing slow
In the humming air of what I have still got to prove
Quietly resilient
In this midnight motel room
Quietly resilient
But I am gonna make it through