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#music #foryou #lyrics #newmusic #song #selfwritten #ai #bluesrock Black fabric, dim room glow Same faces I half-know We orbit grief like it’s a trend Another life, another end Coffee cups and wooden chairs Whispers floating through stale air We say “it’s crazy” like it’s new Like death ain’t something we all do I memorize the exits now I know the script, I take a bow Shake a hand, avoid the eyes Watch another timeline die I’m tired of funerals dressed as reunions Tired of the recycled pain Tired of the staged communion Where nothing changes, just the names Every year the circle thins Another empty space within We gather close, but no one knows How cold it gets beneath the skin If this is growth, it feels like rot Learning more by losing a lot Parking lot, engines hum People say “call me” knowing we won’t Smoke dissolves into the night So does everything we try to hold tight Cousins aging in real time Lines appearing, silver shine I see my future in their stare That quiet math of who’s not there We don’t talk until we’re forced By a casket, by a corpse Love shows up when it’s too late That’s the family trait I’m tired of funerals dressed as reunions Tired of pretending it’s fate Tired of the same conclusions We only gather to separate Every loss just proves the cost Of all the time we let get lost We stand together, worlds apart A last name stitched across a heart I don’t cry I just count Who’s left Who’s next Calendar bleeding red Another number crossed out I’m tired of funerals dressed as reunions But I still show my face Front row seat to the erosion Of time I can’t replace If this is how I’m meant to grow By watching everything I know Turn into a ghost I used to hold Then growing up just feels like cold