The magic tree whispers low
Stealing energy by my door
Cracked phone screen lights up the floor
Half-eaten cereal from before
Static hums in my veins
Counting cracks on the window pane
I'm a battlefield in my mind
You're the ghost I left behind
We were fireworks now just sparks
Drowning in this quiet dark
Flickering streetlight paints the wall
Shadows dance but never fall
Old guitar with broken strings
Still remembers how we sing
Dust motes swirl in the air
Like the words we didn't share
I'm a battlefield in my mind
You're the ghost I left behind
We were fireworks now just sparks
Drowning in this quiet dark
The faucet drips in morse code
Telling secrets I already know
I'm a battlefield in my mind
You're the ghost I left behind
We were fireworks now just sparks
Drowning in this quiet dark