Ghosted

The blue light is flickering and the room is getting cold

Watching as the story of the weekend is told

I see the smiles and i see the crowded glass

Watching every single bit of the history pass

I wasn't invited and i wasn't even told

Leaving me out in the bitter and the mold

I was the one who held the circle in the light

But now i'm just a ghost in the middle of the night

The screen is a weapon and the screen is a lie

Watching as the spirit of the friendship starts to die

The exile is a poison and the exile is a debt

The only kind of consequence that you haven't seen yet

I'm tearing down the table and i'm burning down the room

I don't need a seat in the middle of your doom

I am the definition of the exile and the free

The exile and the free

I'm building up a kingdom in the hollow of the storm

I don't need the mercy or the cold and the worm

Turning all the lonely back to the center of me

The center of me

Keep your little party and keep your little crowd

I'm finally the person who is silent and is proud

You think you're moving forward but you're moving in a cage

I'm the only one who's finally turning the page

The progress is a journey that is steady and is true

Finding all the power in the version of the new

No more invite

No more place

Fade to black

Erase the face

I'm tearing down the table and i'm burning down the room

I don't need a seat in the middle of your doom

I am the definition of the exile and the free

The exile and the free

I'm building up a kingdom in the hollow of the storm

I don't need the mercy or the cold and the worm

Turning all the lonely back to the center of me

The center of me

Out of sight