Paresthesia

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
Hey, it's me. Uh, sorry to call this late.
My left thumb, where the gantry crane plate
Slipped on the Port Angeles ferry deck, it's… numb.
The old scar tissue's gone histologically dumb.
I was tracing the keloid ridge, a pale contusion,
And it triggered this whole synaptic confusion.

[Chorus]
And I get this… paresthesia… a ghost limb touching mine.
I know it's just a misfire, a frayed nerve down the line.
But for half a goddamn second, it still feels like your hand.
A pressure I can't measure, a symptom I don't understand.

[Verse 2]
That afternoon in August, the air was hot and thick
With the smell of diesel and cold brine, you were so quick.
You said, "Looks like you mapped the Cascades on your skin."
I tried to play it tough, but you saw where the act wore thin.
You didn't use the first aid kit, just tore your faded flannel.
Pressed it on the bleed-out, changed the whole damn channel.

[Chorus]
And I get this… paresthesia… a ghost limb touching mine.
I know it's just a misfire, a frayed nerve down the line.
But for half a goddamn second, it still feels like your hand.
A pressure I can't measure, a symptom I don't understand.

[Bridge]
God, this is stupid. I should probably just hang up.
It's just the barometric pressure in my blood acting up.
It’s nothing. Forget it.

[Outro]
Just… call me back. Or don't.