He was seventeen with a spark in his eye,

First hit lit up like a Fourth of July

Said it felt like God came down to talk,

Now he's talkin' to shadows on a half-mile walk.

Momma cried when he stole her ring,

Pawned it off for a chemical king.

Now his teeth fall out like forgotten prayers,

And the mirror don’t show who’s standing there.

He’s a ghost in the glass,

Burnin’ fast, slippin’ past

Every promise, every past

A heart full of smoke and ash.

Time don't heal, it just forgets—

And he's a name they whisper in regrets.

He ain't livin’, he ain’t dead,

Just a meth head dreamin’ in a cracked motel bed.

Once had a girl with a soft, sad smile,

Tried to hold on but he ran that mile.

Now she’s gone with a whisper and a ring,

And he talks to her picture like she still means a thing.

TV flickers in a static haze,

Lightin’ up track marks like ghosts in a blaze.

The sun don’t rise, it just burns his skin—

Sleep’s a place he’s never been.

He’s a ghost in the glass,

Burnin’ fast, slippin’ past

Every promise, every past

A heart full of smoke and ash.

Time don't heal, it just forgets—

And he's a name they whisper in regrets.

He ain't livin’, he ain’t dead,

Just a meth head dreamin’ in a cracked motel bed.

He sees his mama in the carpet mold,

Hears the devil in the AC cold.

Every fix just digs him deep—

Too wired to die, too fried to weep.

And when the light cuts thin through the curtain lace,

You can see the bones in his hollow face.

He whispers a prayer to the plastic bag—

But salvation don’t come in a flag or a drag.