The screen ignites with a jagged pulse of desperate font
A frantic inventory of every ghost you choose to haunt
You poured your guts into a text that’s three miles long
A manifesto of trauma played entirely too strong
I watch the bubbles vanish as the read receipt turns blue
A tiny digital autopsy of what I felt for you
The phone is cooling in my palm a slab of glass and greed
I’m starving out the garden that I never meant to seed
Let the silence ring like a hammer on a nail
I’m setting fire to the map and shredding every trail
I’ll drown your frantic weeping in the static of the box
And turn the deadbolt twice against the way the memory knocks
The blue light is a shroud for the things we couldn’t mend
I’m watching the beginning of the way we’re going to end
I reach for the remote and let the network fill the room
A flickering neon anesthetic for the coming doom
The news is talking numbers and the sitcoms laugh on cue
While I am practicing the art of not remembering you
You’re screaming through the ether in a language made of light
I’m sinking in the sofa and I’m checking out for the night
Your tragedy is hovering a foot above the floor
I’ve heard this tired monologue a thousand times before
The pixels are a barrier a wall of cold cathode
I’m letting all the bridges burn along the open road
The beer is getting warmer and the colors start to bleed
I’ve got exactly everything a hollow man could need
Your paragraph is rotting in the cloud where spirits go
A funeral in binary that only we will know
I’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll find the battery dead
And walk across the wreckage of the things you never said
The television hums a dirge for every wasted spark
I’m sitting in the glow until the world is finally dark