[Verse 1] The static hums a heavy sound. My shadow paces on the ground. I watch the world from behind the glass. Waiting for the day to pass. The party’s loud three doors away. But I have nothing left to say. I check my phone for a ghost of a text. Wondering who will forget me next. [Pre-Chorus] I’m walking home through empty streets. Counting the rhythm of my own heartbeat. [Chorus] A crowded room, a hollow chest. Just a background character at best. They build their lives in perfect pairs. While I just talk to empty chairs. [Verse 2] Another night, the same old view. A table set for one, not two. The television throws a cold blue light. A quiet truce with the lonely night. I turn the lock and draw the shade. And watch the colors start to fade. The kitchen clock just ticks away. The final words I didn't say. [Pre-Chorus] I’m walking home through empty streets. Counting the rhythm of my own heartbeat. [Chorus] A crowded room, a hollow chest. Just a background character at best. They build their lives in perfect pairs. While I just talk to empty chairs. [Bridge] Maybe I’m a ghost in my own skin. Standing outside, looking back in. Does anybody see the missing piece? Or am I just a sound that has to cease? [Chorus] A crowded room, a hollow chest. Just a background character at best. They build their lives in perfect pairs. While I just talk to empty chairs. [Outro] Just empty chairs. The static hums. The shadow stays. The morning comes. Still behind the glass.
