I kept your ring in a jar Next to the salt and keys Rain on the fire escape Counted by seven beats The room had a hollow grin The sink kept its silver ache I drew your name in steam Then watched it fade away And the floorboards start to lean When I say your name Slow pulse in my chest Turning into flame Hold on, hold on I’m not gone I learn your shape Then I move on Hold on, hold on Through the night I was broken glass Now I catch the light I wore your silence home Like a coat too thin Coffee went cold in the cup But I kept staring in The train shook past the blocks I let the window blur Your last goodbye in my teeth Tasted like iron and dirt And the floorboards start to lean When I say your name Slow pulse in my chest Turning into flame Hold on, hold on I’m not gone I learn your shape Then I move on Hold on, hold on Through the night I was broken glass Now I catch the light I was buried in the low end Under a month of grey But the walls began to breathe When I let it break No more circling the drain No more feeding the dark I can hear my own steps now Cutting through the park Burning up, burning up I come back hard From the rust and dust From the dragged-out scar Burning up, burning up I stay in sight I was broken glass Now I catch the light
