Hang-Up

Hang-Up

My heart’s a golden locket,
All that’s left of us inside.
There were nights I spent so cold,
When my eyes felt like they’d never dry.
What we had faded so fast,
What happened to forever?

I pick up the phone, but all I get is static.
You’ll never be on the other end,
You’re never coming home.

Love’s a work of art,
Something that takes time and work.
In the end my paintbrush slips,
Leaving nothing but shattered remains.
What can bring you back when you’re at the edge?
What earthly things can save you?

I pick up the phone, but all I get is static.
You’ll never be on the other end,
You’re never coming home.

I hang up for the last time,
To accept my fate.
In the darkness that surrounds me
I will condemn my soul forever.