Thin

Verse 1

The thread is getting thin, frayed at both the ends

And I’m holding on so tight my knuckles have turned to ghosts

We’re sitting in the kitchen, but we’re miles and miles apart

Listening to the sound of the clock cutting pieces off my heart

I see the way you look at me, like a book you’ve already closed

Like a garden in the winter, where the roots are all exposed

I’m breathing in your leftovers, the scent you leave behind

Trying to find a reason in a world that’s gone blind.

Chorus

So let the last string snap, let the silence take the room

I’m just waiting for the cold to settle in the tomb

Of everything we promised, of every "always" that we said

I’m sleeping on your side of the bed just to feel a little dead

It’s a slow-motion funeral, a dance around the pyre

I’m freezing in the ashes of a once-holy fire

If this is how it ends, honey, let the rope go slack

I’m walking into the gray and I’m never coming back.

Verse 2

Your voice is like a ghost now, haunting every wall

I’m standing in the wreckage, waiting for the sky to fall

I used to find my heaven in the hollow of your throat

Now I’m just a sinking man on a splintered wooden boat

I’ve got your name tattooed on the inside of my eyes

So even when I’m sleeping, I can see the way love dies

It’s a bitter kind of medicine, this slow and steady rot

Trying to remember the version of us that God forgot.

Bridge

Is it still love if it’s hurting this much to breathe?

Is it still a home if all I want to do is leave?

I’m down to the final stitch, the last piece of the cloth

A moth circling the flame, knowing I’m already lost

Break the glass, let the air out, let the water in.

Outro

It’s gone...

The tension’s gone.

I can finally fall.

Don't reach for me.

I'm lighter than the dust on the shelf.