Same ghost

You’re a cathedral of silence, a locked garden gate

You handle your panic like a porcelain plate

When the world gets too loud, you just flicker and fade

A ghost in the hallway, a blur in the shade

You’re a "no" in a room full of "yes" and "maybe"

Holding your breath so the monsters won't see.

And I’m a landslide, I’m a siren, I’m glass on the floor

I’m the sound of a fist hitting back at the door

My fear is a fire, it screams and it stings

I ruin the rhythm of beautiful things

I’m a "stay" that sounds like "get out of my sight"

I set off the flares just to prove there is light.

But when we’re skin to skin, the static clears away

We’re just two different ways of having nothing left to say

You hide in the basement, I burn down the roof

But we’re both just searching for the same kind of proof

That a heart can be broken and still beat the same

We’re just two different languages...

For the exact same pain.

Your armor is velvet, mine’s jagged and rusted

We’re both so afraid of the word "trusted"

You look for an exit, I look for a fight

But we both keep our shoes on in the middle of the night

You’re the frost on the window, I’m the crack in the pane

Both of us praying for a different kind of rain.

I see your trembling hands beneath your steady poise

You hear the hollow ache beneath my wall of noise

You’re not the void, and I’m not the storm

We’re just two cold people trying to keep each other warm

Without catching fire...

Without disappearing.

So, pull up your walls.

I’ll sharpen my teeth.

But I know the soft thing that’s hiding beneath.

It’s okay to be scared.

It’s okay to be us.

In the wreckage and the dust.

In the wreckage...

And the dust.