Static on the Line

​(Verse 1)
The ceiling fan is tracing circles, counting down the night
While I’m wrestling with the shadows just outside the hallway light.
Your toothbrush is still sitting in the ceramic by the sink,
A tiny, plastic monument to everything we sync’d.
Now the silence isn't quiet, it’s a ringing in my ears,
The sound of every promise that dissolved into the years.
I’m reaching for the phone but I forget who I should call,
When the person who could fix this is the one who built the wall.
​(Chorus)
And it’s more than just a "goodbye," it’s a glitch inside the brain,
Trying to rewire circuits that are flooded by the rain.
My chest is tight and heavy, like a lung full of concrete,
While my mind is playing replays of us dancing on your street.
It’s a heartbreak in the marrow, it’s a fog that won't lift up,
Just a jagged, hollow feeling at the bottom of the cup.
I’m not "getting over" anything, I’m learning how to breathe,
With a ghost inside the garden and a shaking in my sleeve.
​(Verse 2)
The grocery store is 2:00 AM because I can't face the crowd,
The neon hum of "Frozen Foods" is far too bright and loud.
I’m staring at the cereal we used to share on Sundays,
Drowning in the "used-to-be’s" and terrifying Mondays.
My therapist says "process it," like I’m a piece of code,
But I’m a mess of tangled wires on a long and lonely road.
Some days I’m fine, I’m functional, I’m wearing a disguise,
Then I catch a scent of sandalwood and water hits my eyes.
​(Bridge)
It’s the chemical imbalance of a heart that’s been displaced,
The struggle to remember how a victory used to taste.
I’m tired of being "resilient," I’m tired of "staying strong,"
I just want to find the frequency where I finally belong.
It’s okay to not be okay, or so the posters say,
But the posters never mention how the color turns to grey.
​(Chorus)
Because it’s more than just a "goodbye," it’s a glitch inside the brain,
Trying to rewire circuits that are flooded by the rain.
My chest is tight and heavy, like a lung full of concrete,
While my mind is playing replays of us dancing on your street.
It’s a heartbreak in the marrow, it’s a fog that won't lift up,
Just a jagged, hollow feeling at the bottom of the cup.
I’m not "getting over" anything, I’m learning how to breathe,
With a ghost inside the garden and a shaking in my sleeve.
​(Outro)
So I’ll leave the porch light burning, even if you never come,
To help me find my own way back from feeling cold and numb.
Just a person, just a puzzle, with some pieces out of place,
Looking for a little kindness in my own reflected face.
(Static fades)
Just learning how to breathe.
(Shaking in my sleeve.)