The Ticket in My Wallet

[Intro]
[Verse]
Hey man, are you awake?
I know it’s getting late.
Eight years is a long break.
A heavy kind of weight.
I’m leaning on the glass.
Watching all the shadows pass.
[Pre-Chorus]
The streetlights hum a low tune.
Underneath a paper moon.
I’m thinking of the day.
Before you went away.
[Chorus]
Burnt crust and peanut butter.
The only words we’d utter.
Cold iron on the grate.
Deciding on our fate.
We shared that messy meal.
God, it felt so real.
[Post-Chorus]
Just you and me.
How it used to be.
[Verse]
I’ve got a secret in my coat.
A tiny, tattered little note.
The ticket from your bus.
The last of both of us.
It’s crumpled in the corner.
Like a silent, lonely mourner.
[Chorus]
Burnt crust and peanut butter.
The only words we’d utter.
Cold iron on the grate.
Deciding on our fate.
We shared that messy meal.
God, it felt so real.
[Bridge]
Do you ever miss the height?
Of that city summer night?
The smoke above the street.
The pavement and the heat?
I’m still holding on.
Even though you’re gone.
[Verse]
I hope the coast is kind.
To your restless, wandering mind.
I’m still in the same place.
Looking for your ghost’s face.
The sandwich was too black.
But I’d give anything to go back.
[Chorus]
Burnt crust and peanut butter.
The only words we’d utter.
Cold iron on the grate.
Deciding on our fate.
We shared that messy meal.
God, it felt so real.
[Outro]