Gray sky inside my chest Calendar pages All burned All blurred A clock that never learned to rest ... Coffee gone cold on a shaking table Name on a letter I couldn’t read Static on the phone Heavy like a secret Every small sound felt like a lead ... Footsteps down an endless hallway Faces turned to silhouettes I carried every broken promise Like wet cement around my neck ... Ghosts of the black year Still breathing in my bones All of those dark days Built the house I call my own I was drowning in the shadows Thought I’d disappear But I carved my name in midnight In the ghosts of the black year ... Storm clouds pressed against the window Sunset stained a darker red I whispered to an empty doorway Answered by the echo in my head I slept with the curtains open Dared the night to come on in Let every fear sit on the mattress Till it snapped but didn’t bend ... I see that kid on the bathroom floor Hands on his ears Shaking at the door I can’t go back But I can stand Between his heart and the heavy hand ... Those days cut deep Left crooked scars But they’re fading into distant stars
