Unsent March
Three AM, the bedroom's blue
(blue,
blue) Just the glass reflecting you
Three gray dots that fade away Nothing left for us to say
I watch the cursor blink and pause
(shhh) Searching for the hidden laws To tell me how we got
this cold
I'm locking the screen
Letting the screen go black No more drafts,
no looking back
Yeah, this is the last time
(the last time)
I type the words then swipe them clean
A quiet war behind a screen
No angry calls, no heavy door Just silence on the hardwood floor
No final sentence
(no reply)
No beautiful lie
Just the dark...
I'm locking the screen
Letting the screen go black No more drafts,
no looking back
Yeah, this is the last time
No looking back... (no looking back)