jw in the dms

*(Verse 1)* Well, John Wallace was my name, Worked hard at RME, playin’ the game. But one day I got that call, “Pack it up, son, you ain't here at all.” Rumors swirling, they’re talkin’ real loud, Said I scared the office with my crazy crowd. Sent some texts that weren’t so nice, Now I’m sittin’ here, payin’ the price. *(Chorus)* JW in the DMs, that’s the story of my life, Scared my coworkers, cut like a knife. Lost my job, lost my pride, In a world of chaos, guess I can’t hide. Oh, I just wanted my wings, hot and fried, Now I’m singin’ the blues, nowhere to confide. *(Verse 2)* Remember those days, lunch at Chili's, Nashville hot wings, man, they gave me chills. The smell of that spice, sauce drippin’ down, Now it’s just memories in this empty town. Thought I was funny, just trying to fit in, But the laughter turned to silence with just one click of sin. So I sat there, dancin’ my fingers on my phone, Now all I’ve got is regret and this old stone cold throne. *(Chorus)* JW in the DMs, that’s the story of my life, Scared my coworkers, cut like a knife. Lost my job, lost my pride, In a world of chaos, guess I can’t hide. Oh, I just wanted my wings, hot and fried, Now I’m singin’ the blues, nowhere to confide. *(Verse 3)* Late nights I ponder, what went wrong, Was it the heat of the moment, or just a bad song? I thought we were friends, but they turned away, Now I’m just John, with no place to stay. Scrolling through memories, each DM a scar, What I thought was funny, now feels bizarre. Guess I learned the hard way, don’t mess with the flow, But I still crave those wings, oh how they used to glow. *(Chorus)* JW in the DMs, that’s the story of my life, Scared my coworkers, cut like a knife. Lost my job, lost my pride, In a world of chaos, guess I can’t hide. Oh, I just wanted my wings, hot and fried, Now I’m singin’ the blues, nowhere to confide. *(Outro)* So here I am, just me and my thoughts, With a side of heartbreak and a plate of what I bought. Gonna take these lessons, try to mend my ways, But I’ll always remember those chili-flavored days. John Wallace in the shadows, learning to breathe, Just a man who fell hard, trying to believe.