Static Draft

[Verse 1]
The green dot by your name on my phone screen went dark last June.
Now the Fishtown rain is tapping Morse code in the afternoon.
I bought this suit from Boyds but the shoulders just don't sit right;
Another well-dressed ghost beneath the amber SEPTA light.

[Chorus]
And I type it all out just to delete it again,
A static draft, a crooked stitch that will not mend.
This tender fury, this digital prayer,
Screaming at the empty space 'cause you're not there.

[Verse 2]
Remember that night on Front Street, the air thick with summer steam?
You said, "Kid, all our big plans are just a tailor's fever dream."
Now I pour the bourbon and I listen to the lies,
And all I see is the cheap fabric in their tired eyes.

[Chorus]
And I type it all out just to delete it again,
A static draft, a crooked stitch that will not mend.
This tender fury, this digital prayer,
Screaming at the empty space 'cause you're not there.

[Bridge]
Did you even mean it? Was it all just a design?
I'm tracing the border of your name, that final, fading line.

[Chorus]
(Key Change)
And I type it all out just to delete it again,
My static draft, this crooked stitch that will not mend.
This tender fury, a useless prayer,
Screaming at the empty space 'cause you're not there.

[Outro]
The charger hums its low, electric hymn...