I’ve been out of step
my whole damn life
I don’t walk the same road
don’t speak their lines
The sun feels wrong
the night feels right
I’m alive in the dark
dead in the light
They call me strange
they call me lost
But I’ll pay that price
I’ll take that cost
Freedom ain’t free
but I’ll pay in full
While they’re all chained
to the usual

The moon is my clock
the dark is my day
Don't need your approval
I don't need your O.K.

I’ve found my rhythm
I’ve found my peace
In the quiet hours
where the noise can cease
So raise a glass
to the blackened sky
not afraid to live
not afraid to die
I’m wired wrong
I don’t care to fix it
I don’t dance to the hum
of their bullshit
Daylight burns
like a neon lie
The real world starts
when the sun says goodbye

The moon is my clock
the dark is my day
Don't need your approval
I don't need your O.K.

They say I’m broken
they say I’m lost
But they don’t live
with the lines I’ve crossed
I’d rather drift
where the wild ones roam
Than settle down
in their monochrome
I’m not here to conform
not here to pretend
Every fake smile
is just a means to an end
The night accepts me
the quiet’s my home
it's the only place
I'm fully alone

The moon is my clock
the dark is my day
Don't need your approval
I don't need your O.K.

You kept the door locked…
But I learned how to break it down.

Black boots on the splintered floor,
Rust and blood behind the door.
Kept me starvin’, kept me blind,
Now I’m back to take what’s mine.
Tried to bury me under your guilt and chain,
But I don’t rot—I ferment pain.
Better late than never!
Took the long road through the fire.
Better late than never!
Now I’m back with teeth and wire.
Better late than never!
Taught myself how to bleed and mend—
Too loud to break, too mean to bend.
Nails for breakfast, glass for sleep,
I earned these scars, I carved 'em deep.
You called it madness, I call it soul,
I built a crown from blackened coal.
Laughed when I fell, now the joke’s on you,
Came back swingin’ with a busted tooth.
Better late than never!
Your poison made me clever.
Better late than never!
I’ll be the storm you can’t weather.
Better late than never!
Ain’t no god gonna strike me down—
I walk like thunder through this town.
I ain't lookin' for redemption,
I came to collect.
You talk about justice?
I bring the debt.
They wrote me off… said I’d fade in the night.
But I lit a match…
and danced in the light.
Better late than never!
Born of grit and busted gears.
Better late than never!
Spit truth sharp enough to shear.
Better late than never!
Didn’t climb — I clawed straight through.
Still loud, still wild —
Now what you gonna do?!
Better late…
Than never.

The hours unravel, each second a stain,
Marking the skin with pleasure and pain.
We barter our senses for visions untrue,
A fleeting glimpse of something new.
Her hand brushes mine—a quiet collision,
A moment carved from reckless decisions.
The rush recedes, the quiet expands,
Leaving us stranded in shifting sands.

Chemicals weave through marrow and bone,
Stitching together what feels like home.
A little connection, a spark we ignite,
Searching for meaning in borrowed light.

The night strips us bare, leaves no disguise,
Revealing the weight behind our eyes.
Her voice cuts clean, a razor through glass,
Pulling me forward, erasing the past.
Glass in hand, she sips like it’s her last,
Each drop a memory from the fractured past.
The room spins slow, yet the clock ticks fast,
A fragile high, how long will it last?

Chemicals weave through marrow and bone,
Stitching together what feels like home.
A little connection, a spark we ignite,
Searching for meaning in borrowed light.

Words spill out we don’t really mean,
Caught between real life and a lucid dream.
She says, “Let’s float where the stars convene,”
But the ground’s so far, and the air’s unclean.
We drown in a current of our design,
Her voice is a chord, low and confined,
The ceiling folds, the ground caves in,
A fragile line between loss and sin.

Chemicals weave through marrow and bone,
Stitching together what feels like home.
A little connection, a spark we ignite,
Searching for meaning in borrowed light.

Well, the sun goes down, but I ain’t through
Another round, another few
They say I’m running on borrowed time
But if there’s trouble, that trouble’s mine

Got a bar tab longer than the coastline
Last paycheck went down in wine
They call me lost, say I should change
But I was born this way, I’ll die the same

Ain’t got a lesson, ain’t got regrets
Ain’t found a limit, ain’t met it yet
They say I’ll crash, I say “so what?”
Never heard of too much, only not enough

Spent last night passed out in a rusted van
Woke up grinning with a drink in hand
I’ve danced with danger, kissed the law
They shake their heads, say I got a flaw

Some live careful, some play it safe
I take mine at a hell-bound pace
Might burn out, might crash too fast
But I’ll be smilin’ ‘til my last

Ain’t got a lesson, ain’t got regrets
Ain’t found a limit, ain’t met it yet
They say I’ll crash, I say “so what?”
Never heard of too much, only not enough

The jukebox howls, the lights burn dim
Another round, yeah, I’m all in
Might be reckless, might be wrong
But I’ll be damned if I don’t belong