[Intro, Soft Fragile Piano, Intimate Whisper Vocals]
There is a specific kind of quiet that lives in the drywall
After the laughter has bled out of the rooms.
I sit in the kitchen, watching the dust motes fall,
Like micro-memories settling on the brooms.
Your coffee mug is still sitting by the sink,
A half-inch of dark liquid dried into a stain.
It’s funny how the mind forces you to think
That if I don't wash it, somehow you remain.
[Verse, Slow Build, Low Sub-Bass Creeps In, Gritty Passionate Folk Tone]
But the clothes in the closet are just hollow skins,
And the shoes by the mat aren't going anywhere.
This is the part where the isolation wins,
When you talk to the shadows and nobody's there.
First it was one phone call, then it was three,
A sequence of fractures that shattered the spine.
The universe cleared out the branches of the tree,
And left the cold frost on this solitary vine.
The rhythm of the piano starts to push, the heartbeat rises,
I am surrounded by outlines with familiar eyes.
[Climax, Vocals Explode, Raw Desperate Screaming-Folk, Heavy Booming Beats]
And now I am standing in the center of the wreckage!
Shouting at a ceiling that refuses to speak!
How dare you leave me here to carry the baggage?!
How dare the world collapse and leave this survivor weak?!
I am a lighthouse shining on a sea of graves!
Every single soul I loved swallowed by the waves!
There’s no one left to call my name, no one left to see!
God, if you’re listening, why did you choose me?!
I’m giving in to sin, hate it when my mind is clear
Joints and whiskey, anything so I’m not there
Just a man in an empty room, choking on the smoke of a ghost
Of everything I loved, and everything I lost!
[Outro, Sudden Music Drop, Dead Silence, Breathless Spoken Word]
And the piano fades out...
And I am still here.
All alone.
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