Come Here

Into the Ice

You thought I was paying? Nah, I was just learning the price. Life charges by the hour, and for years I paid it with a grin and a yes sir. Then I counted the loss, not out of hate, just maths, and I flipped the table. Now I know what I'm worth, so come here: my terms, my time, my ground.

Lyrics

You thought I was paying?
Nah.
I was just learning the price.
Now I know what you charge.
And I know what I'm worth.
Come here.

Life's a bitch and she charges by the hour
Took my youth, took my health, took my fucking power
Gave me debt like a kiss on the neck
Said "trust me daddy" then she cashed the check
She wore Monday like lingerie, yeah
Whispered "hustle" like a lullaby prayer
Sold me purpose at a premium rate
Then laughed in my face when I showed up late
Bless. Fuck more. Fight more. Crawl on the floor.
Get up. Get wrecked. Get thrown through the door.
She wants money? Throw her coins on the ground.
Watch her bend for it. Don't make a sound.
Not cruel, just done with the dance.
Not mean, just done giving chance after chance.
Not hate. Just math. I counted the loss.
Now I'm flipping the table. I'm done being the cost.

COME HERE
Life you owe me and I'm collecting
COME HERE
Done performing, done deflecting
COME HERE
Grab the throat of what's been wrecking me
COME HERE
My terms now. Watch me breathe.
Bless. Fight more.
Slam the fucking door.
Rougher up the horror.
Gonna show this life there's more.

You think you're the pimp? Nah, life is the whore.
She controls the man, the desperate, the poor.
Seduces with sunsets then fucks you with bills.
Sells you dreams on credit, then sends you the chills.
She gave me the title, then stole what it's worth.
Gave me love, then invoiced me for every word.
Gave me talent, then buried the stage.
Gave me fire, then charged me for the rage.
Fifty fucking years of rent on my own skin.
Fifty years of "yes sir" with a grin.
Sweat for air. Blood for bread.
Life didn't love me. She bled me instead.
But here's where the bitch didn't read the script:
The dog that she kicked? He don't quit.
The weed that she poisoned? Grew through the brick.
The man that she broke? He got sick. Of. Her. Shit.

C is for the Crying I did in cars alone
C is for the Couch where innocence got stole
C is for the Crocodile who crept back through the door
C is for the Child who don't live there no more
C is for the Corridors I memorized like prayers
C is for the Cigarettes she lit at the top of the stairs
C is for the Credit cards I bled to feel alive
C is for the Cost of just learning to survive
C is for the Conveyor belt that grinds me every day
C is for the CHF that always slips away
C is for the Camino where I walked until I broke
C is for the Cave I built from ashes and from smoke
C is for the Casket that I climbed out of twice
C is for the Cold I chose when I walked into the ice
C is for the Clarity that only comes through pain
C is for Continue, motherfucker. Say my name.
C is for the Cracks I turned to gold
C is for the Crown I fucking stole
C is for Come Here. I'm at the door.
C is for Charlie. And I want what's mine. And more.

You grab life by the throat
Not to kill it
Just to look it in the eye
And say
I know what you are
I know every mask, every trick, every lie
I know what you charge for a moment of peace
I know what it costs just to breathe
And I'm still here
Not because you let me
Not because I'm lucky
Not because I'm blessed
Because you couldn't
Fucking
Stop me

COME HERE
On my terms, on my time, on my ground
COME HERE
Every silence just became my sound
COME HERE
Every debt getting turned around
COME HERE
The weed just broke through the crown
Bless. Fuck more.
Own the floor.
Life's a beach?
Nah. I'm the shore.
You crash into ME now.
You crash into ME now.
You crash into ME.

You thought I was the mark.
I was the lesson.
Charlie C.
Collecting.
Still here.
Still here.
Still fucking here.

Words and music: Romian Nazlab · A Bonfire Production