The porcelain is cracked along the rim
The porcelain is cracked along the rim
Where your shadow used to lean and drink the light
Now the dregs are settling like silt in a stagnant pond
And the radiator hums a funeral march for the night
I watched the steam vanish while the clock ticked backwards
A ghost of a gesture frozen on my teeth
The fireplace is choked with the ash of unmailed letters
And the floorboards groan under the secrets underneath
The black water in the ceramic hollow has turned to stone
A monument to the syllables I should have let fly
Now the calendar is a wall of bricks I cannot climb
And the seasons are just different shades of a closing eye
I am anchored to the spot where the mercury fell
Tied to a ghost who doesn't know she's gone
While the world moves on in a blur of frantic motions
I am the statue waiting for a nonexistent dawn
Your name is a jagged piece of glass inside my throat
If I speak it the blood will stain the kitchen floor
So I sit in this chair like a sailor on a shipwreck
Watching the tide pull the wreckage away from the shore
The wallpaper is peeling in strips of tired yellow
Revealing the bones of a house that forgot how to breathe
I reached for your hand but I only caught the winter
And the heavy silence that grief likes to weave
The temperature dropped when the front door slammed
Now the air is thick with the dust of"not yet"
Every second is a grain of salt in a fresh incision
In this temple built from the bricks of pure regret
The black water in the ceramic hollow has turned to stone
A monument to the syllables I should have let fly
Now the calendar is a wall of bricks I cannot climb
And the seasons are just different shades of a closing eye
I am anchored to the spot where the mercury fell
Tied to a ghost who doesn't know she's gone
While the world moves on in a blur of frantic motions
I am the statue waiting for a nonexistent dawn
