Coin Toss

[Verse 1]
Coins lined up on the windowsill, sighing
The third key stuck in the fading lock
Counting change, you say tonight the moonlight is cheap
Enough to buy half a cup of overnight mocha, to keep us going

[Pre-Chorus]
Bills frosted in the fridge
We feed our hungry warmth with silence
You say the north wind blew away the last star
But dare not look into the tide in my eyes

[Chorus]
We lose to the necessity of survival
Like rusted gears loosening their grip
Poverty growing thorns in our veins
The most expensive embrace is letting go of oxygen

[Verse 2]
Second-hand sofa sinking into islands
Carrying two drifting bottles about to drown
The last subway crushing unnamed dreams
Platform swallowing unspoken agreements

[Bridge]
Promises overgrown with moss
Rainy season fermenting alcohol on the clothesline
When ideals shatter into glass shards in the forest
We finally learn to part ways barefoot

[Outro]
Your gesture of counting coins still lingers in the wind
While time rusts into a copper-green sigh