

I reached for a light when the room went black And found
an empty screen
looking back
It was two in the morning,
the floor felt cold
My head full of static,
my hands couldn't hold I came with my questions,
my fear, my doubt But the last little window had already timed
out
I laughed for a second,
then I nearly broke How can a small thing land like a
stone in the throat When I needed a voice in the hardest
hour I was counting what's left like a dying flower Every word
I didn't get to say
Stayed in my chest
and turned to weight
I'm out of credits in my darkest time Holding my breath at
the edge of the line
I had one prayer and nowhere to send it A little blue
glow and I can't get in it I'm out of credits when
I need them most Talking to silence like talking to ghosts
I know it's a joke to the world outside
A tab that closed and a swallowed pride
But grief gets strange when you're worn that thin
Any small locked door can undo your skin
So I sit with the dark and the hum of the place
Waiting for mercy to reload its face If hope is a meter,
mine ran dry Right under a heavy and wordless sky (ahh) stay
with me, even if it's only in my mind
I'm out of credits in my darkest time
Holding my breath at the edge of the line
I had one prayer and nowhere to send it A little blue
glow and I can't get in it I'm out of credits when
I need them most
Talking to silence like talking to ghosts
So if morning comes,
let it come in slow
I'll find my own words if I have to alone (ooh)