Lonva - IN THIS ROOM (For Ava)

I hung up the phone. I walked down the hall. I opened the smallest door in the apartment and I closed it behind me. Ava, I told you I was happy for you. I said all the right things on the phone. But after we hung up, I didn't go back to the living room. I came here. This room with the buzzing light and the things I still have. I've been singing to crowds. I've been singing to ghosts. I've been singing to a screen that never lit up. But tonight I'm just singing to the walls. They don't answer. They don't care. And that's exactly what I need right now. There's a photo in here. A receipt. A ticket stub. Proof that we were real once. I sit here and I talk to the ceiling until my throat goes dry. And I ask myself the question I've been avoiding since the first song: if you're really with someone else now, who am I singing all of this for? I don't have an answer. But I'm still here. In the smallest room. Waiting for nothing. And that's the truth. "In this room, the walls don't care." — IN THIS ROOM A fool's musical marriage proposal. (6/18)