Songtext von Ashes on the Highway

You left your sweater on my chest Still smells like autumn rain, I scroll your pictures, skip my dinner, tell them I'm okay Bills in a pile on the counter, dreams in a box in the hall I used to talk about the future, now I just talk to the wall News on mute in the background, same fire, different town Politicians trade their promises like we're numbers, not miles My neighbors working double shift, still choosing which bill to pay He laughs as that's just how it is, I hate how we all say that's okay Maybe it's me, maybe it's us Chasing the glitter, choking on dust, calling it press, calling it fake Running in circles, running so late, so late If I forgive you, if I forgive me, could that be bigger than what's on TV? Could two cracked hearts on a tire street still be enough to start some heat? Maybe this time we won't look away again