The Blue Dot Stops

[Verse 1]
The Sumitomo logo glows on your father's old TV
It’s two twenty-three on a Monday, just the humid air and me
My thumb is tracing circles on this cold blue piece of glass
Hovering on the button for a thing that couldn't last

[Chorus]
The blue dot stops, the signal dies, the little ghost gives in
And I’m mending my own story where a new one can begin

[Verse 2]
You wove your shipyard anger through my mother’s quiet thread
He said, “You think too much,” and that’s the last real thing you said
I served you tea in silence, in the cup she brought from home
Hoping you might taste the quiet, feel it in your bones

[Chorus]
The blue dot stops, the signal dies, the little ghost gives in
And I’m mending my own story where a new one can begin

[Bridge]
This ain’t a darning needle, honey, this here is a blade
And I'm cutting out the pattern of a promise poorly made

[Outro]
The screen goes black.
A different kind of dark.