Nobody Knows My Name Here

Schilbi

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Neon signs trying to sell me a friend I never asked for Rain's caught in a taxi door groove streaks my jeans—London soaks through Breath on the glass drew a name I forgot when the cab spun Busker with a croak for a voice sings about somewhere warm I've got a pocketful of strangers scattered receipts ripped fivers Night air shouts my mistakes back at me blue buses blur the skyline All these blinking eyes headlights or hopefuls? – can't tell in this city Pulled my collar up fooled by a smile with an accent Trying to outpace myself pavement flickers under trainers Passing lives like I swipe left—no time for small favours Steeple in the fog bells like a dare— If I make it to the river will I still care? Every window a flick—telly on laughter in spills While I hunt for a story craving any cheap thrill Nobody knows my name here—does it matter if I want them to? Skyscraper hearts and glass cold hands holding on faking brand new Tell myself I'm free fuck it—cut loose rewrite all the answers But this room with my boots at the door knows every stubborn truth Used to crave the rush—midnight promises women with red nails Now the tiles on this hotel bathroom wink like they know the tale Stale coffee blue light under eyelids lost keys Cracked laughter through a lobby—loneliness stings tastes like whisky Wish I could remember who I was when I landed Maps mean nothing when you run out of questions Steeple in the fog bells ring for sinners Passing faces teeth flash I don't trust the winners Every window's a world never asking for entry Tonight my skin fits wrong I don't pretend to be friendly Nobody knows my name here—do I want them to really? Holding my phone like a prayer thumb through the past so silly Tell myself I'm strong fuck it—put on a tune drown in nostalgia But the mirror spits truth all my secrets unfold at the altar Rain knits patterns on my sleeve—each drop a dead end Sirens haunt the street I let their story bend Laughed at my own joke forgot the punchline Stranger to myself city's reflection don't mind Nobody knows my name here—so I tell it to the ceiling Let these high-rises judge I don't need their feeling Tell myself I'm free fuck it—still lost still hungry City spins I play along a ghost in my own story Neon buzz fades one more night paid Heart's just a suitcase carried and frayed