Dj.DamianR - PRZEJDĘ DZIEŃ TEN  (Wiersze Romy Lemańskiej)

Preview track from the upcoming Album "Homecoming Heart"
You ever look down at your life and realize…
You’ve been chewing on the same dry sandwich for years?
Yeah.
Me too.
I made his lunch for twelve straight years.
Cut the crusts, bit my tongue, swallowed tears.
He said “thanks” like I owed him the air.
I said “you’re welcome” like I wasn’t even there.
The bread was stale, the meat was thin.
And I started to taste the life I was in.
It ain’t about food — it’s about being fed.
And I was starving in a house with a king-sized bed.
I’m done with bologna skin sandwiches,
With dry white lies and half-hearted wishes.
I want spice, I want heat, I want something real.
Not a life that’s wrapped in plastic and sealed.
So I’m walking out with my name and my keys —
And leaving the crusts and the crumbs and the please.
He watched the game while I watched the clock.
Dinner got cold, and so did the talk.
He said, “You’re lucky I come home at all.”
I said, “You’re lucky I ain’t burned it all.”
I used to dream in color and sing in the rain.
Now I hum to the sound of a leaky drain.
It ain’t about love — it’s about being seen.
And I was fading in a life that felt routine.
I’m done with bologna skin sandwiches,
With dry white lies and half-hearted wishes.
I want spice, I want heat, I want something real.
Not a life that’s wrapped in plastic and sealed.
So I’m walking out with my name and my keys —
And leaving the crusts and the crumbs and the please.
I packed my bags in a paper sack,
Left a note on the fridge that said, “I ain’t coming back.”
Took the long road, windows down,
Singing to myself like I owned this town.
I found a diner with a jukebox soul,
And a waitress who said, “Girl, I too have been told
We laughed about men and the meals we make,
And how freedom tastes like a char grilled steak.
I’m done with bologna skin sandwiches,
With dry white lies and half-hearted wishes.
I want spice, I want heat, I want something real.
Not a life that’s wrapped in plastic and sealed.
So I’m dancing out with my boots and my pride —
And tossing that sandwich out the passenger side.
He can eat alone now.
(bologna skin sandwiches,)
I’ve got better things to chew on.

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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