The Rebar Ghost

[Verse 1]
The Iron City sign paints his jawline red.
He throws his shoulders back, just a little too far ahead.
The floorboards groan a tune we used to know.
The room is screaming, but the space between is silent.

[Chorus]
This is the photograph before the fade.
The blueprint of a promise unmade.
We're standing in the wreckage of a house not built yet.
Just a hairline fracture of regret.

[Verse 2]
He’s talking to a girl from Bloomfield Avenue.
He says, “I swear to God, it’s all good, man” and it’s almost true.
His laugh rings out and then it just goes silent.
A dare to look away, a private violence.

[Chorus]
This is the photograph before the fade.
The blueprint of a promise unmade.
We're standing in the wreckage of a house not built yet.
Just a hairline fracture of regret.

[Bridge]
The blueprints show a single silent flaw.
A silent prayer against engineering law.
It's not a demolition, just the settling dust.
A slow and silent coronation of the rust.

[Chorus]
This is the photograph before the fade.
The blueprint of a promise unmade.
We're standing in the wreckage of a house not built yet.
Just a hairline fracture of regret.


[Outro]
(Three seconds of dead air)
The front door clicks. The street goes silent. Gone.