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The city breathes in neon gasps and diesel fumes...
I'm a ghost in its machine, a beat-down prophet in the concrete cathedral.
And in the refraction of a million raindrops on a taxi window... I see her.
A silhouette sketched on the fog, a whisper tangled in the subway's roar.
My Mirage.

Just a flicker in the corner of my eye!
A face in the crowd that I memorize!
A promise that the static world denies!

I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!

Him: Saw you on the platform, 2 AM, the A-train's scream.
You were a sonnet written in the steam.
Her: "Hey, you look lost. Need a light? A name? A clue?"
Him: "I'm looking for... a feeling. Someone I thought I knew."
Her: "Your eyes are searching, man, but your soul's not home."
Him: "Your voice... it's wrong. The frequency, the tone.
I had your lexicon, your cadence memorized in my bones!
But your words are just flat stones you're throwing, no poetry, no fire!"
Her: "I'm just a girl. You're projecting your entire
Requiem onto a stranger. That's a lonely kind of danger."
The syntax of her smile was all wrong, a foreign language on a familiar tongue

Just a flicker that I tried to make real!
A wound I'm desperate to feel!
A fiction that I'm destined to seal!

I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!

All this time... burning maps to a kingdom that wasn't there.
Chasing a reflection in a sea of empty stares.
And she was... the quiet harbor... while I was lost at sea.
The steady rhythm... to my frantic, broken melody.

AND NOW I SEE! THE GHOST WAS IN MY HEAD!
AND THE REAL WOMAN... THE ONE WHO SPOKE MY SOUL INSTEAD...
WAS THE ONE POURING COFFEE, MENDING THE SEAMS...
A REAL, BREATHING MIRACLE, LOST IN MY DAMNED DREAMS!

AND NOW SHE'S GONE! WITH A MAN WHO SEES HER FACE!
NOT SOME HOLOGRAM! NOT SOME GHOST IN SPACE!
HE TOOK HER HAND! AND I JUST WATCHED THEM FADE...
WITH THE SPECTER OF MY MIRAGE, A DEBT THAT CAN'T BE PAID!

The mad ones... the ones who are mad to live... we burn out our eyes staring at suns we invented.
And the real moon... the one that guides the tides...
We never even saw it shine.
Just a phantom...
...just a phantom.

Chasing Phantoms

It is just a cold band of gold,
Now only worn to keep away the bold. (maybe the foolish)
They don’t see the ghost on my hand,
Or the shadow behind what I am.

I am a man that still wears his ring!
If anything it is comforting. (comforting).

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth leaned upon. (Leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have lost my thoughts)

It once burned bright in a lover’s fire,
Now dull with time, deceit, and desire. (yes desire)
The truth cut deep, but the scar won’t sting,
But I am at peace with this golden thing. (This ring)

The ring don’t burn, it chills my bone,
A crown for the cursed, a claim I own. (It's my own)
Not for the love that rotted through,
But for the peace it gives — without you. (remember that)

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth I can lean upon. (leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have lost my thoughts)

I’ve slept with the truth, she cuts like glass,
Every night she whispers, “This too shall pass.”
And now it has  but it just sits and sings,
A sad tune from my finger’s ring.

I don't care I'll wear it anyway, (anyway)
Heedless of who it scares away.
If they really were intrigued. (intrigued?)
They would ask and not retreat.

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth I can lean upon. (leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have gathered my thoughts)

They ask why I never let it go,
But how could they ever know? (really ever know)
It holds me like a familiar ache,
A comfort no heart would break. (It wont ever break)

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A circle of silence I depend upon. (depend upon)
Not for the past, or the pain it sings,
But for the calm it brings, (It calms everything)

My old, cold ring.

Yes

My old, cold ring.

Unless you are a new love,
who I am willing remove it for, (done once before)
you had better just,
remove it from my cold dead finger.

My old ring.
My old cold ring.

The Ring

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