Your voice came through the ceiling Soft as weather through a wire I kept a place inside the static Like a room that won’t expire Now your face is in the blue light Smiling clean in someone’s feed While I glitch out in the hallway Feeding ghosts I shouldn’t feed I don’t miss you like a person I miss the version I was near Before the signal learned my weakness Before the room began to hear Bad reception Still I answer when it calls Heart half-human Hands on broken walls Bad reception Pulls me under, pulls me in Every time I swear I’m leaving I let the sickness win Bad reception They say starve the little phantom Let the dead thread disappear But I keep finding hidden weather In the messages we cleared Tried to kiss a different future But the lights went cold and blue Every mouth became a mirror Every mirror turned to you Now I laugh at nothing moving Now I sleep with one eye bright Just in case the Archive whispers That you’re coming back tonight Bad reception Still I answer when it calls Heart half-human Hands on broken walls Bad reception Pulls me under, pulls me in Every time I swear I’m leaving I let the sickness win Bad reception Maybe ruin knows my number Maybe longing wrote the code Maybe I was easier to haunt Than I was to hold I keep saying this is over I keep burying the wire Then the silence starts to shimmer And I walk back toward the fire Not your touch Just the trace of it Not your mouth Just the shape of it Not your love Just the ache again Not your ghost Just the door I left open Bad reception Still I answer when it calls Heart half-human Hands on broken walls Bad reception Pulls me under, pulls me in Every time I swear I’m leaving I let the sickness win Bad reception Bad reception I hear nothing And I crawl back in
