I’m still there...
In the hallway...
In the dark.
(Verse 1)
I still buy your favorite coffee on a Tuesday morning
Forget for a second that the other side of the bed is cold
The neighbors ask about you, I just nod and keep on walking
I’ve become a master at living a story already told
They say that time is a healer, a river that carries the weight
But I’ve built a dam in my chest just to keep you from washing away.
(Pre-Chorus)
I tried to burn the bridge, but I’m standing in the fire
I tried to scream your name until my lungs began to tire
But the silence is louder than any noise I make
And I’m still holding on for both our sakes.
(Chorus)
I’m a ghost in a house that we built out of glass
Watching the present turn into the past
I don't want to move, I don't want to breathe
If it means I’m a version of me you won't see
They tell me to leave it, to let the dust settle
But I’m still picking thorns from every dead petal
I’m not moving on, I’m just standing still
Waiting for a heartbeat against my own will.
(Verse 2)
I saw your car at the light, or at least I thought I did
I chased it for three blocks like a desperate, lonely kid
I’m wearing your sweater, the one with the hole in the sleeve
It smells like your skin and the way you refused to leave
Every new face is just a blurred-out version of yours
I’m locking the windows but leaving the front door unlocked, just in case.
(Chorus)
I’m a ghost in a house that we built out of glass
Watching the present turn into the past
I don't want to move, I don't want to breathe
If it means I’m a version of me you won't see
They tell me to leave it, to let the dust settle
But I’m still picking thorns from every dead petal
I’m not moving on, I’m just standing still
Waiting for a heartbeat against my own will.
(Bridge)
(Music intensifies—distorted guitars and heavy drums)
Maybe I like the ache
Maybe I need the bruise
Because if the pain finally fades away
That’s when I truly lose you
(Screamed/Belting)
I’m not ready for the "after"!
I’m not ready for the "end"!
I’d rather stay broken forever
Than have to learn how to mend!
(Guitar Solo - Aggressive and Crying)
(Chorus)
I’m a ghost in a house that we built out of glass
Watching the present turn into the past
I don't want to move, I don't want to breathe
If it means I’m a version of me you won't see
They tell me to leave it, to let the dust settle
But I’m still picking thorns from every dead petal
I’m not moving on...
God, I’m not moving on.
(Outro)
(Music fades to a single, pulsing note)
The clock on the wall stopped at 2:14
The night that you left, the night of the scene
I’m still in that room...
I’m still in that chair...
I’m still reaching out...
But you’re never there.
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