pocket lint

(Verse 1) Ashtray's overflowing, man, the candle's burning thin, Got the turntable spinning where the static used to spin. Staring at the screen like it's a crystal ball that lied, With a pocket full of fuzz and a ghost sitting by my side. You’re a thousand miles away, or maybe just a state of mind, Just a number on a phone from a different kind of bind. I’m digging through the lining of a jacket worn and frayed, Wondering if the debt we ran is ever gonna get paid. (Pre-Chorus) (Tapping out a signal, tapping out the same old fears,) (Swimming in the silence that we built up through the years.) My thumb’s got a twitch like it’s waiting for a spark, Just tapping out an SOS into the dark. You used to be the noise, used to be the loud guitars, Now you're just a phantom bouncing off the satellite stars. (Refrain) Oh, let the battery die, let the screen go black, I’m tired of looking down on a dead-end track. (Chorus) I’m just a piece of pocket lint, a scrap you didn't need, Just a little bit of fuzz from an old coat tweed. You can roll me in your fingers, you can flick me on the floor, Sweep me out the backdoor, I don't matter anymore. I'm just waiting for a buzz, I'm just waiting for a ring, Like a junkie at the corner for a cheap-ass fling. Yeah, you kept me in the dark while you folded up the seams— Just a stray bit of lint from your half-baked dreams. (Verse 2) Remember back before we were burning up the gas, Thought we had the world by the tail, thought it wouldn't pass. Now the party's over and the cleanup crew is here, And I'm choking on the dust of another wasted year. I pick up the receiver, but the dial tone's a scream, Just an empty room playing back a broken-record dream. You traded in the rhythm for a quieter routine, And left me like a shadow underneath a glowing screen. (Pre-Chorus) (Selling out the story, selling out the sacred trust,) (Leaving every memory to slowly turn to dust.) You used to call me up just to hear yourself complain, Now the silence is a needle and it's driving me insane. I'm checking every notification, hoping for your face, Just to find another void in an empty space. (Final Message / Outro) Look at what we built, look at what we burnt to ash! Look at all the wasted time, look at all the trash! (Patience is a poison!) Patience is a lie! (Everything is breaking!) Everything must die! I am done with waiting by the telephone to bleed— I am more than just a piece of dirty pocket lint indeed! (Break the glass!) Burn the seams! We are waking up from all your damn forgotten dreams!