mirrors show silver streaks
and coffee stained teeth when i speak
wallets lighter than my thirty's dreams
old guitar with three rusty strings
laughter lines map the years leading nowhere
but here where did the fire disappear
ashes swirling in my beer
i'm dancing with dust echoes
in a rented room that nobody knows
chasing shadows of maybe
and almost middle aged ghosts in last decade's clothes
the clock's laughing at my supposed su prime
trading tomorrows for yesterday's dimes
but i'm still breathing still believing in this beautiful losing game
crowded room lonely tune
birthday candles melt too soon resume written in maybes and ifs
apartment smells of forgotten gifts
unseen letters and death straw sigh phones that never learn to cry
every wrinkles a road not taken
every dawn finds me still shaking
mirror show silver streaks
