三番手｜Third on the Bill 歌詞（COLD OPEN）

I kept clapping until my palms went numb
I should have just said it hurt
Third on the bill, and I walk out into the night
Next time, you come watch me

Cigarette smoke by the loading door
Cart wheels rattling on the asphalt
The band going on before us, bleeding through the wall
They were good — I thought it honestly
And that was the part that stung the most
I didn’t let it show

The things I won’t admit are the ones I can’t say out loud
So I took a breath, right now

Power cycle the amp, my hands still shaking
I lied and said it isn’t win or lose
I’ll shake this floor with a third-on-the-bill sound
Tonight doesn’t belong to anyone

Nobody talked in the car on the way home
Nobody said the word “lost”
Only the frustration, still sitting in the back seat
Convenience store lights streaming past and gone
Somebody turned the radio down low
That’s fine. That’s fine.

Better to say the weakness than hide it
I think I can get the words out now

They never call our name, we’re third in the order
But the sound doesn’t know how to lie
Throat already shredded — let’s open with the first song
I’m not wasting today

Unloading gear in the parking lot at dawn
Last night’s sound still ringing in my ears
My hands wound the cables a little faster
Saying “it hurt” made my body lighter
Let’s go practice today
That’s all it is

I don’t know yet where I’ll stand next
But my hands are already moving

For the first time I wanted to get better
Not to beat somebody
Just to stand next to that sound
That’s enough, isn’t it

Forget the applause — I’ll make noise with my own hands
Morning came, and I could say it hurt
Still third on the bill, on to the next town
Someday I’ll make that same sound

Still third on the bill
I’ll play anyway
With this worn-down sound
Next time, you
come watch me