Dead Mic Confession

Your read receipt is glowing blue

You claim we had a talk we never did

Beside stained glass, under the spire

You name-dropped a town I never knew

With a dead mic hanging in the choir

There was no witness to the vow

Just a hollow chapel,

quiet now (quiet

now)

Oh, the altar is cold!

(so cold) Your paper kingdoms turn to rust Every holy word we

spoke Is falling down in dust!

But I found the wire you forgot to trace

The sender's address was your own place

You played the martyr in the dark

To hide the hand that made the spark

Just

a dead mic Just a

dead

mic...