In an attempt to know my truth, I turned to writing. Closed eyes, typing stream of consciousness without editing. After I sat with those unadulterated words, I translated my words into a song.
(Verse 1)
I feel my heart against my ribs,
like an echo in a hollow room.
Tears are falling, slow and thick,
like honey dripping from the moon.
I tried to help, but he never asked,
I reached too far, and he stepped back.
Now I’m drowning in the silence,
choking on the things I lack.
(Chorus)
Oh, the furnace hums, the air is thin,
I close my eyes, breathe you in.
My hands are shaking, my mouth drawn tight,
I’m a ghost of love in the dead of night.
(Verse 2)
I hear the space bar tap and sigh,
like raindrops kissing windowpanes.
My lungs collapse in shallow breaths,
a fragile storm I can’t contain.
I squeeze my eyes to push it out,
the way the pain gets caught inside.
I try to own it, try to shift,
but sadness takes me for a ride.
(Chorus)
Oh, the furnace hums, the air is thin,
I close my eyes, but I let you in.
My hands are shaking, my mouth drawn tight,
I’m a ghost of love in the dead of night.
(Bridge)
Tickles on my skin like radio waves,
ghosts of love I cannot save.
I reach for truth, it pulls away,
just feedback noise and dead delay.
I only want to know their hearts,
to hear them beat like mine.
But maybe love is knowing silence,
letting go of what’s undefined.
(Outro)
The furnace fades, the wind rolls in,
I shake my shoulders, stretch my skin.
I wanted proof, but now I see,
the only truth is inside me.
