An Existential Stalker

高劑量存在主義療程

Under the streetlamp, I've been showing up for years
Same cracked sidewalk, same taxi hiss by the curb
My shoes learn the weather, my hands learn the cold
I count the buzz in the light like it's keeping score
Every car that slows down makes me turn my head
Every door down the block could be you instead

I waited under that lamp through every season change
Same cone of yellow, same old ache in my name
I kept your side of the sidewalk like you'd still cut through
I waited under that lamp and it waited there too

The corner store closes before I'm ready to move
I buy cheap coffee and let it go lukewarm
The bus splashes water across my cuffs
And the guy in the window keeps looking like us
Every siren in the distance feels one step away
Every face in the glass fades out the same way

I waited under that lamp through every season change
Same cone of yellow, same old ache in my name
I kept your side of the sidewalk like you'd still cut through
I waited under that lamp and it waited there too

I stopped counting the weeks, then the months, then the years
Left my fingerprints on the pole and the beer
They swapped the bulb once I was there when they did
Same light on my shoulders, same ghost I lived with

I waited under that lamp through every season change
Same cone of yellow, same old ache in my name
I kept your side of the sidewalk like you'd still cut through
I waited under that lamp and it waited there too

I stood, I stood
Under that lamp, under that lamp, under that lamp