Lyrics

FIVE BUCKS
BY Kristopher Daniel Pinnell

Walking home
I see them there
Circle tight
That hollow stare
Glass pipe a glow
In neon lights
Those old ghosts
Within sight

Five dollars burning holes
In my hand
Same old corner same old plan
Smoke in the air
Voices I know
Price of a moment
I used to owe
Could’ve traded
Breath for a borrowed high
Could’ve told myself
Another lie
But I kept walking
I didn’t turn back
Kept my name
I didn’t buy into that crack

The pull
The pain
The borrowed high
The one that tells
All my lies That says
You’ll never die
I feel it call
I feel it strain
But I don’t fall not again

No shame today
I let it pass
Didn’t trade my soul for
The bowl
Made of glass

I walked away
I broke the chain
No high no crash
No borrowed pain
What I lost
Don’t own my name
In that fire
I found my flame
No more highways
No more byways
No more roads
That lead sideways

What happened yesterday
I had it all in hand
Then I lost my phone
Lost an anchor
To the promised land
My reality slipped
A lifeline torn from bone
I still had my flesh
I still had my tone

I waited in the quiet
Didn’t let it explode
Then out of nowhere
I was met with
A little kindness shown
Someone found my phone
But I stayed in my voice
It was just a choice

I ain’t that man
Once again I can
Walk away
With a new plan
My voice rises up above the past
I let go finally at last
Didn’t drown in the noise
I just let my new song
Continue to flow
I found my new poise

I didn’t fall this time
Didn’t lose my line
Still standing in my name
In the middle of the flame

I write what it feels
like to walk through it
And not to stay
I fucking just blew it
Accepting
The new old way

Five bucks ain’t a meal
But it could’ve been a fall
Five bucks in my pocket
I didn’t answer the call
Not a hero
Not a saint
Just a line
I didn’t
Not just quaint
Walked past the fire
I kept myself
I am not a loss
I can aspire

Five dollars burning
Holes in my hand
Same old corner
Same old plan
Smoke in the air
Voices I know
Price of a moment
I used to owe

Could’ve traded
Breath
For a borrowed high
Could’ve told myself
Another lie
But I kept walkin
I didn’t turn back
Kept my name
Said no to the crack

I kept myself
I’m not a loss
Stood my ground
Didn’t pay
The price
Losing another pound
Five bucks in my hand
Still mine
Walked right past it
Kept my line

Five in my pocket
Fire in sight
Could’ve gone left
But I chose right
Not clean
Not saved
Not above
Just didn’t trade
Myself for a buzz
No halo no applause
Just cuz

It’s never enough
Could’ve bought the fall
Again
Could’ve lost myself
And lost it all
The same ole pain

Five bucks
Five bucks
And I walked right
Past that door
It’s never going to be enough
So I kept myself
Out of that ruff