Crickets

Anxious lays its head on me Screaming directions like it could be so easy Live off a bank account with crowded dreams Staple two weeks notice with “just-in-case” savings Will they remember me Crickets are the crowd I see A pit stop in their memories, playing A song they’ll never notice And it’s the seventh week The days are short, the nights dragging A corner as your privacy My idols they sing their songs to thousands Yet, I’m scared I’ll sing to no one I’ll be crashing on a couch at age thirty-three Cause I chased a feeling, not some security Will they remember me Crickets are the crowd I see A pit stop in their memories, playing A song they’ll never notice Out-muscles sanity Guess I owe this all to you And I’m without a choice to choose All that we’ve won and all I can lose I’m stained in your perfume It’s more than I can shower off You’re the lozenge that can cure a cough I fear I am the clumsiest kiss That could end this in tears Will they remember me Crickets are the crowd I see A pit stop in their memories