The dry folder is a graveyard
Of the things I meant to say
A digital collection of the words I threw away
I typed out I'm lonely and I typed out come back
Then I watched the curse a blinking on the cinematic black
My thumb hovered over bullets send
But I couldn't find the courage to reach the bitter end
So I locked the screen and I put the phone down
While the silence settled heavy
On this hollowed out town
And they're just messages that weren't sent tonight
Floating in the static of an artificial light
A library of almost a catalog of why
Trapped beneath the ceiling of a charcoal colored sky
They aren't quite ghosts but they aren't quite real
Just the unfold matted version of the way that I feel
Yeah the signal is empty
And the screen is a dent
Full of messages that never were sent
There's a long run from tuesday
About the song on the radio
And the one from the window where I almost let you go
I told you I was sorry for the war and the war
But I deleted every syllable before I hit the
It's a structural safety a linguistic cage
To final empty margins on a blackened out page
I'm hoarding the truth like a localized debt
In a conversation that hasn't even happened yet
Does the universe hear them
If they stay in the building
In the vibrations of the always
That never got in
Oh they just stayed or just a sequence of code
The wreckage of a heart on a long distance road
And they're just messages that weren't sent tonight
Floating in the static of an artificial light
A library of almost a catalog of why
Trapped beneath the ceiling of a charcoal colored sky
They aren't quite ghost but they aren't quite real
Just the unformatical version of the way that I feel
Yeah the signal is empty and the screen is a dent
Full of messages that never were sent
So let go delete
Keep the room nice and neat
No hello no goodbye
Just a white space and my eye not sent