Late night, I’m tradin’ these tears for the thrill,
Swap pain for a pint, let the codeine spill.
Lost love in the rearview, fame in the dash,
Count secrets in cash, let the demons do math.
I gave trust, got trauma—fair trade, right?
Moonlight reflect off the blade of the mic.
La Flame on the hook, we go ghost in the flame,
Still searchin’ for peace, but we chasin’ the name.