Plastic Bay Radio

Your denim jacket is still on the chair

Cold tea and solvent in the heavy air

You took a screenshot of the words I wrote

Before you erased

every single note

Inside this paint-bay with the plastic walls

Where the midnight rain and the silence falls (oh-oh-oh)

Under the plastic,

under the glare

We built a kingdom

out of thin air

You left the threads

but you took the proof

No safety net

under

this roof

White paint drips

on the concrete floor

Headlights flashing past the metal door

I saw the flash

of your screen go bright

Then the conversation vanished in the night

Just plastic walls

and a fading light