Lyrics
Verse 3
I built a habitat out of the things you forgot
Like that receipt from the diner and a ceramic pot
My patience is wearing thin like a cheap winter coat
While you stay afloat on some distant passenger boat
And it's weird right
How you can occupy a whole room without being there
It's just the shape of the chair and the way it grabs the air
I'm overthinking
Bridge 2
There’s a hole in the drywall where the amp used to sit
And a scent in the carpet that won’t ever quit
The radiator hums in a key you can’t hit
It’s a five-string melody with a fractured bit
Now my shoulder is sore from the way I’ve been leaning
Into
Verse 4
I’m picking at the label of a lukewarm ginger ale
Calculating every single way that we could fail
In the hallway where the wallpaper is starting to peel
I’m trying to remember if the feelings were real
Or just a side effect of the high-pass filter
Bridge 4
Pulling back the curtains let a little light bleed
I'm planting different flowers since I don't want the weed
Of your memory choking out the rest of the yard
Funny how a soft heart makes the rest of me hard
To get through to
Post-Outro
(Gasps for air)
Wait
I didn't mean to close the book so quick
There's a snapshot of us looking kind of thick-skinned
In the gravel pit where the sunflowers grew
I’m allergic but I sniffed them just for you
And that stupid plastic ring you won at the fair
Is still tangling the fibers of my hair
Emotional Bridge
I'm tracing the outline of a ghost on the porch
Carrying the handle but I’m dropping the torch
(Heavy breathing)
You were my favorite disaster area
A localized fever of hysteria
The way you’d mispronounce every third word
Was the sweetest damn thing I ever heard
Yeah
Vocal Break
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Spoken Postscript
(Mic bumping noise)
Wait stop
Just one more thought before the tape runs out
My tectonic plates are shifting and I need to shout
But like a stage-whisper
Yeah
Reprise
(Vibrato intensifies)
It wasn't a wreck it was a beautiful dent
I’m cataloging every second we spent
Trading our oxygen for cheap garden hose wine
Looking for a proverb or a cosmic sign
In the pattern of the lint on the duvet cover
You were a messy kind of tectonic lover
Grand Finale
(Voice straining)
(Raspy belts)
Now I’m exhaling the carbon of your ghost
I’m the uninvited guest and the perfect host
Of this neuro-pathway that leads to your door
I’ve got bruises on my knees from the hardwood floor
(Voice breaks)
But I’m standing up tall in the violet glare
Combing out the static and the knots in my hair
(Glottal stops)
It-it-it’s okay that you didn’t stay
I’m better at the game since I learned how to play
With my cards face down in the pooling sink
I finally found a way to stop having to think
About the specific way you would say my name
Like it was a prayer or a crying shame
Ethereal Outro
(Multi-layered

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