Borrowed Anthem

[Verse 1]
The Royal Farms coffee's gone cold on the Fender amp.
It's 3:47 on the last Tuesday in this August damp.
We watch the yellowed notice tacked up on the doorframe crack.
That key he left on the counter won't ever let us back.

[Chorus]
We pass around the thumb drive with the six-song file.
Just another borrowed anthem for a little while.
A static hum of promise from a room we can't afford.
Pulling threads from a future we were working toward.

[Verse 2]
The floorboards breathe a sigh like they've been holding it in too.
You said, "He always sang a half-step sharp, you know it's true."
We're divvying up the records by the streetlight's orange stain,
the sound of the BGE transformer humming in the rain.

[Chorus]
We pass around the thumb drive with the six-song file.
Just another borrowed anthem for a little while.
A static hum of promise from a room we can't afford.
Pulling threads from a future we were working toward.

[Bridge]
Was it a band? A bailout? A collective lie we sold?
A warm place through the winter, a story to get old.

[Outro]
The lock clicks once behind us on a house that's not our own.
Just the murmur of the harbor and the dial tone.