[Intro - Soft guitar picking, heartbeat rhythm] Neon ’til dawn on 1st Ave, my name burned in cheap lights, This is the map I wore until you taught me how to read nights. [Verse 1 - Gritty, cinematic — name anchor] Sarah, you met me where the alleys remember my steps, Clubs and trap-house nights, different girls, cigarette reps. Seventeen with a suitcase of stories and a crooked pride, Slanging weight for thirty packs, pockets full of lies I tried to hide. Motel sinks with lipstick rings, Worcester stamped across my hand, I lived like a Viking king on ruin — a one-man, drifting band. But neon gave way to a doorway where you didn’t turn away, You stayed when every other light had chose to run and stray. [Pre-Chorus 1 - Building, intimate] I shed the old me, folded up the pain I used to wear, You took my jagged edges, stitched them with a steady care. Your hand in mine, my salvation — the single thing I knew, You rewrote every wasted map and taught my feet to move. [Chorus - Soaring, anthem-ready hook] Mikey's wasted gone (Mikey's wasted gone) You’re my hope, my salvation — you saved this life I knew, The wasted man is gone — you made him new. Mikey's wasted gone (Mikey's wasted gone) [Verse 2 - Stark hospital imagery, concrete detail] White lights humming overhead, IVs like distant stars, A nurse with a worn smile counting scars and old war scars. Doctors wrote my obituary in sterile, penciled lines, While a crinkled photo by the register kept the best of times. Bleeding in my throat, the bottle’s voice louder than a bell, I thought that funeral plans fit me and I fit them well. But something small and stubborn — a child’s laugh in plastic clear — Pulled me back from the edge and made the choice to stay right here. [Pre-Chorus 2 - Tender, resolved] I traded glass for lullabies, club smoke for morning milk, Traded late-night conquests for a slow and steady stitch of silk. Each scar’s a passport stamp that shows how far I had to go, But every mile bent toward a porch and your soft steady glow. [Chorus - Full band, stronger] Mikey's wasted gone (Mikey's wasted gone) You’re my hope, my salvation — you saved this life I knew, The wasted man is gone — you made him new. Mikey's wasted gone (Mikey's wasted gone) [Bridge - Stripped down, exact moment, raw spoken over soft strings] You sat the night by my hospital bed, palm warm on my wrist, You wiped the blood from my lip and hummed an old hymn I missed. You read through my darkness like a sermon that refused to leave, You held my hand until the morning when the sun learned how to grieve. That crinkled photo in my wallet — corner bent by the register’s light — Your laugh frozen in a second that became my reason to fight. [Break - vocal crack, quiet] (You stayed.) [Final Chorus - Anthemic, big-band lift] Mikey's wasted gone (we sing it loud) You’re my hope, my salvation — you saved this life I knew, The wasted man is gone — you made him new. Mikey's wasted gone (we sing it proud) [Outro - Gentle, a