Shirt

[verse]
We’re no more — just shadows at night,
Walking away in a burned;out light.
You’re stepping backward like truth’s in the past;
Nothing to prove — real genius just lasts.

[chorus]
Don’t judge this road like it’s always wrong;
We’ve walked this line for so God;damn long.
Who held your hand through the joy and the hurt?
And in the morning — who’s wearing your shirt.

[verse]
No one’s holy — we all have stains;
Chasing the money, the beauty, the names.
Give it ten years — it all fades away;
Only the core stays, refusing to stray.

[chorus]
Don’t judge this road like it’s always wrong;
We’ve walked this line for so God;damn long.
Who held your hand through the joy and the hurt?
And in the morning — who’s wearing your shirt.

[verse]
Plato’s shadows still dance on the wall;
Picasso’s abstract is starting to fall.
Was the cup half;empty or was it all full?
Was her love sacred — or just stupid bull.

[chorus]
Don’t judge this road like it’s always wrong;
We’ve walked this line for so God;damn long.
Who held your hand through the joy and the hurt?
And in the morning — who’s wearing your shirt.

[verse]
We’re not real — just reflections in time,
Light from dead stars still daring to shine.
Let the past burn — let it all fall away;
Road back home through the cold, fading grey.

[chorus]
Don’t judge this road like it’s always wrong;
We’ve walked this line for so God;damn long.
Who held your hand through the joy and the hurt?
And in the morning — who’s wearing your shirt.

[outro]
[chorus]
Don’t judge this road like it’s always wrong;
We’ve walked this line for so God;damn long.
Who held your hand through the joy and the hurt?
And in the morning — who’s wearing your shirt.


May 30, 2026.