[Intro]
The clock stops at half past nothing
Empty bottles line the sill
[Verse 1]
I sit here counting cigarette burns
On this table that knows too much
The heater clicks its broken rhythm
While outside cars forget to stop
[Verse 2]
Your scent still clings to unwashed sheets
Three weeks now since you packed your things
I trace the outline where you used to lie
The mattress holds your absent weight
[Chorus]
In these vacant hours
I become the ghost
In these vacant hours
What I miss the most
[Verse 3]
The neighbors fight through paper walls
Their voices sharp like breaking glass
I press my ear against the cold
And wonder if you hear me breathe
[Verse 4]
The photographs face down now
I cannot bear their silent stare
Your coffee cup still on the sink
Lipstick stain I will not wash
[Chorus]
In these vacant hours
I become the ghost
In these vacant hours
What I miss the most
[Breakdown]
(The silence grows)
(It fills my lungs)
(The silence grows)
(Until I'm done)
[Verse 5]
Morning comes with cruel precision
Daylight shows what darkness hides
The empty space beside me
Spreads like cancer through my chest
[Final Chorus]
In these vacant hours
I become the ghost
In these vacant hours
I become the ghost
What I miss the most
What I miss the most