My room has never been this quiet
I can hear the dust collecting on the fridge that doesn't work
I can hear the candle burning
I can hear my ears working
but I still hear nothing when I listen for your voice
Just myself thinking that if I were to hear you
I think I wouldn't believe my ears
I thought I'd give anything for quiet
I think I told myself
I was losing my mind from the noise
But there's a sound the quiet makes now
more disquieting than your scream
losing memories begins and end with the senses
only my sense of you is going too
my sense of you is going too