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Streetlight Flame (Trust Burns Out) 2 by mark

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Streetlight Flame (Trust Burns Out) 2 by mark - Cinematic Alternative Rock,Male Vocals music cover art

Streetlight Flame (Trust Burns Out) 2

Cinematic Alternative Rock,Male Vocals

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Lyrics
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[Intro] (Quiet clean guitar, lone piano, soft cello — build into distorted chords at chorus)
[Verse 1]
There was a folded paper on the kitchen table, your handwriting like a stone,
A lipstick crescent on the collar, and your keys left in my coat at home.
We traced constellations out of promises and burned them in a jar,
Now I count the ash on windowsills while the clock forgets our stars.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I fall quieter into this hollowed thread,
Whispers curl around my neck — whispers say, trust is dead.
[Chorus 1]
Trust burned out like a streetlight flame, trust is dead
My hands still reach for the darkened frame, trust is dead
Our photos curl where the corners came, trust is dead
The silence says the same taboo, trust is dead
[Verse 2]
You learned the geometry of leaving — three steps, one closed door,
Left footprints in the hallway sand where promises used to pour.
We built our house on borrowed lines and shaky, gilded sand,
I found a ring in a drawer that didn't fit the shape of my hand.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now the whispers shout instead, they rattle like loose thread,
Glass on the floor explains the world — whispers scream, trust is dead.
[Chorus 2] (Anger)
Trust flared up like gasoline on gallery floors, trust is dead
You sold our mornings for a secret drawer, trust is dead
Your name is a splinter behind the door, trust is dead
I stand and watch the empire fall — trust is dead
[Bridge] (Strip back to a single piano; vocal vulnerable, then swell)
I sift through evidence like photographs and coffee rings,
A calendar of small betrayals, the bitter weight of things.
I could trace forgiveness like a map, fold it neat and try to keep,
But some fires write their verdicts deep — they don't sleep.
[Pivotal Shift]
So I stack the ashes into a small, honest heap,
I keep the key and throw it in the river where we used to leap.
This isn't mercy — it's a letting go, a quiet, final tread,
A learned cadence in my chest that answers back: trust is dead.
[Chorus 3] (Resignation — with harmony)
Trust burned out like a streetlight flame, trust is dead
I fold the night into a different name, trust is dead
The echoes move and rearrange, trust is dead
I close the book and lock the page — trust is dead
[Outro] (Quiet — guitar, single cello note, distant harmony)
The kitchen light hums a lonely tune; the note lies at the edge,
Edges blackened where the flame met paper — the truth keeps its pledge.
A streetlight sputters far away; I watch the small mend spread:
Some things we bury, some we leave — and some say only this: trust is dead.