Empty Credit Nights

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)