[Verse] Neon signs hum low on the concrete skin, I pack my dreams in paper, let the world begin. Pages stacked like prayers, old ink on the edge, Each line a memory I’ve been too scared to pledge. [Pre-Chorus] One verse, one breath, one truth on the street— My voice is the price, my soul is the beat. [Chorus] I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words, Every word a ghost, every line a bird. You don’t need a name, just a space to stand, I’m the poet with pages in a hand-held land. I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words— Every line a ghost, every line a bird. [Verse] Remember when we wrote on napkins, laughed at the sky? Now I’m trading verses where the trains pass by. The cold steel hums a tune I’ve memorized, And the echoes of us still rise in the skies. [Pre-Chorus] One verse, one breath, one truth on the street— My voice is the price, my soul is the beat. [Chorus] I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words, Every word a ghost, every line a bird. You don’t need a name, just a space to stand, I’m the poet with pages in a hand-held land. I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words— Every line a ghost, every line a bird. [Bridge] Time folds like paper, creases don’t fade, Still see your name in the margins I’ve made. The train keeps rolling, I keep writing slow— This is the only map I’ve got to go. [Chorus] I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words, Every word a ghost, every line a bird. You don’t need a name, just a space to stand, I’m the poet with pages in a hand-held land. I sell my soul in sheets, I feed the night with words— Every line a ghost, every line a bird. [Outro] Pages float like leaves in a midnight stream, My truth is still free, my heart is still real— Just a woman with words and a soul to keep.