I've been talking to the plaster
I've been whispering to the dust
Tryna oil the hinges of our suffocating trust
There were commas in the kitchen
There were dashes in the hall
A thousand end ends written on the bedroom wall
We never found the rhythm
We never found the rhyme
Just a breathless frantic race
Against the ticking of the time
It was a paragraph of longing a chapter of not yet
A rambling tangled story of a long term debt
And I'm placing the final period on a run on soul
Watching the ink go black and the silence take control
No more buts or maybes
No more if only in white
Just a single heavy dot beneath a charcoal sky
It's the end of the breath
It's the closing of the book
The final study in unapologetic look
Yeah the sentence is over
The story's been read
With a final period for the things we never said
The ink is soaking deep into the fibers of the wood
A tiny circular grade for that we thought that we could
It's a small and quiet violence
A microscope again
To the lover and the ghost and the memory of a friend
The air is finally still
The vibrations hit the ground
A solid certain safety and the lack of any sound
I'm putting down the pen
I'm rubbing out the lightning
In the longest sentence of my entire life tonight
If I look back at the pages are
They worth the paper
Used a million frantic words
For a heart that's just confused
But a point is a point and a stop is a stop
The final heavy mercury wait drop
And I'm placing the final period on a run on soul
Watching the ink go black and the silence take control
No more buts or maybes
No more if only in why
Just a single heavy dot beneath a charcoal sky
It's the end of the breath
It's the closing of the book
The final studying unapologetic look
Yeah the sentence is over the story's been read
We're the final period for the things we never said
Full stop deep breath
The punctuation of a localized death
No more words no more ink
Just a space to finally think period