Shatter the Silence

I’m still counting the days since you left
Throwing hopes to the ceiling from a carpet of bottled regrets;
We got fucked when we chased it, I guess that
Screaming songs ain’t enough when all that’s left is a casket of glass.
Here’s to the dent in the drywall, to our lies, the bubble of perfume
That slices its way through the smoke
So where’s the sense in the mornings of ice cold and questions and sirens
Or that deafening quiet I loathe?

I’m still singing to shatter the silence
And the ghost in the mirror’s the best side of me
And I’m rewriting another two lives and
I wait and I waste every day since I let you leave.

I’m still escaping the faces of strangers
Chewing verses from Shakespeare or the next saddest thing I can find
And still expecting improvement, I’m bruised
And amused that I lose a speck of my head with every line.
Here’s to the scratch marks, the bites, to the glass full of wine on the side
Of the table where we used to fight
So what’s the point in being brave, start again, make a name for myself
If I’m just half of a man by now?

I’m still singing to shatter the silence
And the ghost in the mirror’s the best side of me
And I’m redrawing another two lives and
I wait and I waste every day since I let you leave.

I’m still singing to shatter the silence
And the ghost in the mirror’s the best side of me
And I’m redrawing another two lives and
I wait and I wait for a person that you can’t be.