[Instrumental] Room goes still. My hands shake bad. I lock the drawer. Breathe slow. There’s a blade by the sink. I leave it there. Feet on the floor. Noise off. I lift my head. I unclench my fists. Not to hurt myself. Just to get through this. You keep me here when it gets loud. You’re the wire at the edge. You pull me back when I lean in. I was gone fast. You called my name. Mercy in the room. I’m not alone. Old lies don’t get to take me home. You met me in a bathroom, in a car, at the gas station glow. One second from letting go. You don’t need a crowd. You cut the static. I lift my head. I unclench my fists. Not to hurt myself. Just to get through this. You keep me here when it gets loud. You’re the wire at the edge. You pull me back when I lean in. I was gone fast. You called my name. Mercy in the room. I’m not alone. Old lies don’t get to take me home. If the craving comes back, if my hands won’t listen, I’ll ride it out. I’ll hold the line. You brought me back. You’ll keep me alive. You’re the wire at the edge. You pull me back when I lean in. I was gone fast. You called my name. Mercy in the room. I’m not alone. Old lies don’t get to take me home[edit_end]
