One More Block

90 BPM • Dark piano • Heavy bass • Punchy drums • Raw male vocals

I kept waiting to wake up different.

Same ceiling. Same weight.

So this morning—

I put my shoes on.

Six in the morning, the room still cold,

Same damn shirt and the blinds half-closed.

Bills on the counter, my jaw locked tight,

Been arguing with ghosts every goddamn night.

Pissed at the clock like it stole those years,

Pissed at myself for pretending I’m fearless.

Punch in, smile, say, “Yeah, I’m fine,”

Then sit in the car till a quarter past nine.

I’ve said some things I can’t take back,

Watched good people stop calling me back.

Got a phone full of names that I’m scared to press,

And a whole damn speech that starts, “I’m a mess.”

But I’m tired of this room and the shape of my doubt,

Tired of making every window a reason to look out.

Grabbed my keys, let the screen door slam—

Took a left at the corner with no bigger plan.

I ain’t got peace. I ain’t got proof.

Just cold morning air and a little more truth.

Can’t fix ten years by the end of tonight—

But I can keep walking till something feels right.

I’m walking my way into a better tomorrow,

One more block with the weight of my sorrow.

Head up high when my voice falls low—

There’s a life out there I still wanna know.

Oh, let the morning find me trying,

Let these lungs do more than sighing.

I don’t have to know how far—

Just one more step from where things are.

Passed that place where we used to eat,

Almost turned back at the end of the street.

Funny how a window, a chair, a song

Can make you feel guilty for moving along.

I used to wear anger like nobody could touch me,

Then wonder why the people in my life couldn’t love me.

Every “You okay?” felt like an attack—

They were reaching out; I kept swinging back.

Fuck that pride that kept me alone,

I stopped on the curb and picked up the phone.

Said, “I don’t need answers. Can you just stay?”

He said, “Yeah, man.” I had nothing to say.

For a minute we listened to cars going by.

Didn’t feel strong. Didn’t need to lie.

Then I stood up straight, let a long breath go—

Still had the hurt, but he stayed on the phone.

Some days forward looks like getting dressed.

Some days courage is admitting you’re wrecked.

Today I made it past the place I stopped before—

Tomorrow I’m gonna try a little more.

I’m walking my way into a better tomorrow,

One more block with the weight of my sorrow.

Head up high when my voice falls low—

There’s a life out there I still wanna know.

Oh, let the morning find me trying,

Let these lungs do more than sighing.

Got no promise, got no map—

But I’ve come too far to take this morning back.

Same shoes.

A little less weight.

One more block.

I’m on my way.