The Pocket and the Ghost

(Verse 1) The room was crowded, but you weren't for me Destined for another, or so it seemed to be But the air started changing, a scent in the hall My perfume was a trap, and you started to fall You begged for the night, just to lie by my side But I had my secrets, I had my pride So I waited for silence, for your eyes to close And I slipped a small paper in the lining of your clothes. (Chorus) Now I’m dying on the hill that you built with your words Waiting for a sound that will never be heard Was it all just a fever? Was it all just a lie? You promised me forever under a digital sky From the scent of my skin to the ghost in your bed How did you become the man who plays dead? (Verse 2) Then came the mornings, the "wake up" calls Breaking the silence of my lonely walls Lunch breaks on the phone, hours lost in the dark Feeding the fire, protecting the spark You told me your demons, you let me inside A year and a half where you’d run and you’d hide But I thought I was different, I thought I was the one Who could keep you from running, away from the sun. (Bridge) There’s a sharp point in my heart where your voice used to be A heavy, cold tension is all that’s left for me I’m reaching out my hand through a screen that is black Wondering if the man from that night... is ever coming back. (Outro) The perfume has faded. The note’s been thrown away. I’m wasting my young years... Waiting for what you won’t say. Just a ghost in a pocket. Just a ghost.