Holding The Ghost Of Your Hand

I sit on my bed
A nice, quiet song in my ears
As I think of the end, of the end of our world
Maybe I had too much coffee

Where’s the only person that cares when you need her?
I wonder what she’s doing when I miss her

I wish you were here
Having an existential crisis with me
Listening to indie bands
And talking about our feelings

I sit in my room
Holding the ghost of your hand
As I think of the end, the end of our world
It’s coming quicker than I thought

The dream of a future together slipping away
Like letting go of a balloon’s string
Which one of us gets to touch the sun?
I hope it’s you, you’ve always wanted to float

Where’s the only person that cares when you need her?
I wonder what she’s doing when I miss her

I hope you’re happy
I haven’t seen your smile in so long
Yet I can still imagine the beauty of it
Do you miss me, too?

I sit in my room
Daydreaming of you
As I drown out the violent thoughts
Maybe the future is tomorrow

I rely too much on you to make me happy
And I’m working on that
Thank you so much
For being by my side

Where’s the person I care about when she needs me?
Does she wonder what I’m doing?