The song is narrated to a person who is likely dead and close the singer. The narrator expresses a desire to let go of the feeling of grief and longing of their loved one, as if speaking to a ghost.
Because it's two in the morning
And I'm feeling so ugly
I've got this chip on my shoulder
Keeps my eyes spread wide open
If you'd let me go
Then I'd walk myself into my room, yes I will
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you, yes I will
With this soul tell smile I'll blow a kiss to you, yes I will
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you
It seems the sun is still sleeping
And I'm feeling so lonely
There's a girl in my bedroom
But don't you worry, she's not breathing
If you'd let me go
Then I'd walk myself into my room, yes I will
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you, yes I will
With this soul tell smile I'll blow a kiss to you, yes I will
Then I'd lay right down and daydream of you
And though my soul's been withered and wisped away
My gray matter brings me home
And though your soul's been withered and wisped away
Your gray matter brings you home
So I walk myself back to my room, yes I will
I lay right down and daydream of you, yes I will
With this soul tell smile I blow a kiss to you, yes I will
Then I lay right down and daydream of you
Because it's two in the morning
And my eyes are spread wide open
Withered was written by Derek Pardoe & Chad Kent & Nathan Slade.
Withered was produced by Dave Fortman.