Blueprint For A Ghost

[Verse 1]
The lockbox key from the realtor on Moreland Ave, cold in my palm.
Sun-faded carpet, square where the last couch was, keeping it calm.
A single dust ring on the counter from a cup that ain't mine.
This the floor plan for the failure, reading it line by line.

Then the second half hits, the panic attack kicks,
the static from the attic is a habit I can't fix.
Just a view of the MARTA line slicing the dusk,
watching other people's headlights, gathering rust.

[Chorus]
This is the blueprint for a ghost.
This is the empty room I'll love you most.
This is the altar that I build.
A quiet kind of worship, 'til the silence gets me killed.

[Verse 2]
A single fork in the dishwasher, water spots on the steel.
Bad wiring hums a low-voltage threat, the only thing that I feel.
The window looks out on the tarmac, hear the 4AM flight take its hold,
that's another soul leaving East Point, or so I've been told.

And I'm mapping the stress cracks, the drywall fatigue,
the foundation settling into a different league.
"You build walls," she said, "and you call them a home."
Now I'm checking the fixtures and I'm doing it alone.

[Chorus]
This is the blueprint for a ghost.
This is the empty room I'll love you most.
This is the altar that I build.
A quiet kind of worship, 'til the silence gets me killed.

[Bridge]
Got the schematics in my head, know the code for the gate.
I drew the floor plan for this future, I engineered my own fate.

[Outro]
Blueprint for a ghost.
Yeah. The room I'll love you most.