Four A.M., the alarm clock bleeds red
On walls we painted... something... before you fled.
My hand finds the dip in the mattress, so deep
Where your hip carved a valley... in half-sleep.
I trace the cold linen, a map without names
Where your warmth used to settle... fanning low flames.
Now just this... stillness... a deafening sound
Echoes bouncing... off no one around.
So I lie with the ghost in Bedroom Four
Not the specter you are... but the *ghost of before*.
The ghost of your breathing... the ghost of your heat
The phantom impression... of two tangled sheets.
Just static in the fabric... a hum in the wires
Of memories fading... like dying porch fires.
Yeah, I haunt your old shadow... on *this* side of dawn...
...The ghost in Bedroom Four...
...is the one who stayed on.
The charger light blinks... where your phone used to glow
Casting weak constellations... on the emptiness below.
I scroll through dead pixels... messages grey
Unsent, unfinished... things I couldn't say.
Your scent's just detergent... the brand I still buy
Hoping somehow... the past might reply.
But the hollowness answers... a vast, silent roar
Filling Bedroom Four... just behind the door.So I lie with the ghost in Bedroom Four
Not the specter you are... but the *ghost of before*.
The ghost of your breathing... the ghost of your heat
The phantom impression... of two tangled sheets.
Just static in the fabric... a hum in the wires
Of memories failing... burnt-out desires.
Yeah, I haunt your old shadow... on *this* side of dawn...
...The ghost in Bedroom Four...
...is the one who stayed on.
This bed feels like a coffin... for something we killed
Not with a shout... just the silence we filled...
...Until it overflowed... left this residue...
...This hollowed-out space... meant for two.
Am *I* the echo now?... Just a recording on loop?
A glitch in the system... a digital stoop?
Trapped in the circuitry... of might-have-been...
...Beneath these cold sheets... where your ghost has never been...
...Only the *shape* of its leaving...So I lie with the ghost in Bedroom Four
Just the *echo*... the *ache*... the *emptiness*... at its core.
The ghost of your breathing... (just static now)...
The ghost of your heat... (snow on the window pane, somehow)...
Just static in the fabric... a broken-down tone...
A signal degraded... singing alone.
Yeah, I *am* your old shadow... on *this* side of dawn...
...The ghost in Bedroom Four...
...is the one...
...who stayed...
...on...
