Static in the Spin Cycle

[Intro]
[Verse]
One AM and the dryers thud
Like a heavy heart in the mud
Fluorescent lights hum a flat B
It’s just the lint and me
I told a joke about the rain
But you didn’t ease the strain
Because you haven't been here
In about half a year
[Chorus]
I’m talking to a ghost again
Counting minutes out of ten
The OPEN sign is chipped and blue
I’m still waiting on a cue
It’s a quiet kind of frantic
Nothing about this is romantic
[Verse]
Found a receipt in my coat
A crumpled little grocery note
We argued over brand-name bread
Now it’s just noise in my head
My voice sounds way too loud
In this empty soapy cloud
I forgot the punchline anyway
Nothing left for me to say
[Pre-Chorus]
The flicker makes my shadow jump
My throat has got a heavy lump
The spin cycle starts to scream
Waking from a six-month dream
[Chorus]
I’m talking to a ghost again
Counting minutes out of ten
The OPEN sign is chipped and blue
I’m still waiting on a cue
It’s a quiet kind of frantic
Nothing about this is romantic
[Bridge]
No big fight or broken glass
Just watching the seasons pass
The door latched with a tiny click
The cold wind hit me pretty quick
I didn't even turn around
To see the ghost I'd finally found
[Solo]
[Chorus]
I’m talking to a ghost again
Counting minutes out of ten
The OPEN sign is chipped and blue
I’m still waiting on a cue
It’s a quiet kind of frantic
(Voice cracks)
I'm still waiting on a cue
But there's no more me and you
[Post-Chorus]
Just the static and the spin
Where do I even begin?
Just the static and the spin
Letting all the cold air in
[Outro]