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"Midnight Confessions on the Boulevard" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Streetlights bleed through the blinds in Morse code

But the message is corrupt, it just adds to the load

I’m analyzing water stains, tryna map 'em on the ceiling

A new constellation for the dreams that went reeling

Off the axis. It’s the 2 AM interrogation

No badge, no spotlight, just the hum of the ventilation

And the echo of the person I was supposed to be

Or wanted to be

Or… was it just a bad audition for a part that wasn't me?

This whole city’s a stage, and I forgot the lines

So I just trace the neon, looking for the signs.

(Pre-Chorus) 

The boulevard’s a river, but the current’s all static

The bodega light's a beacon, but my hope is asthmatic

I’m just... stuck.

In this cinematic loop

And the silence is a megaphone for all the mental... soup

And I just can't shake this echo, can I?

(Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Turnaround)

(Verse 2) 

I remember 3 AM at the all-night diner

You flicked a sugar packet, (quieter) "You're an over-analyzer."

Maybe you were right.

I trace the coffee ring you left on the vinyl booth

It's a perfect circle, zero, but I'm always seeking proof

I’m trying to find the "why" when you were just "good-bye"

It wasn't malice, it was just… apathy

And I don't know which one stings worse, see?

It's the "un-fulfillment" prophecy

Now I’m just another story that the asphalt’s heard

Another late-night poet broken by a word.

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

And the echo's got a name now, it's got a face now

It's got a key to the damn place now

I'm running out of room, I'm running out of space, I'm running—

It's coming up, the wave is...

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, the city sleeps

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps

Midnight confessions on the boulevard

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...)

(Bridge) 

I'm tired of this... boulevard.

I'm tired of the performance.

The "cool" detachment. It's just a costume.

It's just… rust.

And underneath it, I am terrified.

Terrified that this is it.

That the dream was just the anesthesia

for the operation of a normal life.

And I woke up too soon.

(pause)

Are you listening?

(long pause)

...I wouldn't.

(Final Chorus) 

Oh, the city sleeps (Can't turn it off!)

But I’m awake with all the ghosts it keeps (It's too loud, it's too loud, get it out)

Midnight confessions on the boulevard (Just let me sleep!)

(It’s falling apart, it's falling apart...) (It's not real, it's not real, keep running) (It's falling, it's all falling...)

(Outro)

I Mean (I Don't Mean It)

R. Kelly